[Enter three persons, each one dressed in White, Gray and Black.
One by one, they recite their terrible speech and leave.]
White one said to me how thin my life supposed to be
Gray one called it delusion
White one said that I suffer from a doomed disease
Black one called it salvation and sin
White Gray Black spinners of this vulgar fate
The thread of life is not broken yet
I defy you to rewrite your lines
Redefine my part, rearrange all this play
[Beautiful enough, Moon arises.]
Why, sister Moon?
Why do paint my fate so gray?
Do reduce me to this play?