Ancient Design


The old crone laid the bones
the future I was shown.
The fate of man has been tamed,
by the gods and their games.

Black wings open my mind,
bring forth the ancient design.
Casting spells of truth I see
two crows, Thought and Memory.

Lips tightened with narrowed eyes,
as she spoke the riddles of my life.
The gods of a plan for you,
you just might die before the day is through.

Black wings open my mind,
bring forth the ancient design.
Casting spells of truth, I see
two crows, Thought and Memory.

Hark on what I've just told
the gods now will bestow.
Take heart and be bold,
leave this life and save your soul,
the warriors death is all foretold.

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