Invoked under the 9th moon As her spindle has filled to a swell On the ninth moon she is summoned From the silk which has cast her spell A a woven gossamer strand Unbreakable only by one As a grain of hourglass sand Once fallen, cannot be undone
The thread of life Woven by the 1st Forms into strife Woven by the second To equate the balance Thrice is the weaver Whose mother is night And father is darkness
Median of the 3 parcae Bringer of fates offered As paths in the prime The apex of ego and health Bearer of the second flame Cusp bearing balance of fate Weaver of the strongest silk Whom only one may shall sever
Only one, can sever And sever all she will As present as the horizon As distant as the hidden fangs
3rd parcae of the underworld 3rd weaver of the web End of the golden cord She who decides when you are dead The end of a trinity Beginning of a cycle The final touch Which your spirit shall feel
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