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The eye I lost has given sight
To see the dark and see the light
The loom of life, the Norns' design
A thread of it is truly mine
I see the tapestry of all days
In shimmering, interconnected maze
A thread of birth, a knot of strife
The vibrant, glowing strands of life
The price was paid, the wisdom won
Beneath the moon and burning sun
But sight alone is not the goal
To mend a fate and make it whole
I am the Weaver of my Wyrd!
By my own hand, the future's stirred!
With threads of choice and deeds I've done
My own Orlog has now begun!
My fingers find a thread of gray
The old despair of yesterday
I pull it taut and work it through
And weave a thread of hopeful blue
The shuttle flies, the pattern shifts
Accepting fate's most sacred gifts
For sight alone is not the goal
To mend a fate and make it whole
I am the Weaver of my Wyrd!
By my own hand, the future's stirred!
With threads of choice and deeds I've done
My own Orlog has now begun!
I don't command the sun or rain
Or break the Nornir's fated chain
I only work with what they give
And choose the truest way to live
I am the Weaver of my Wyrd!
By my own hand, the future's stirred!
With threads of choice and deeds I've done
My own Orlog has now begun!
A thread of choice, a deed I've done
A shuttle flying in the sun
My pattern shifts, my fate's my own
The future's reaped from seeds I've sown