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The Mercy Of the Norns (The Wyrd Sisters)
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Folklore There I beheld the Norns, sisters spinning.
By the bright bubbling life spring, Urdr’s well.
Their garn, silken stuff of death and madness.
Thread of nightmare. Tireless they spin our fate
Below soaring Ygdrassil, great world tree.
Urdr, Verda and Skuld, Jötnar spawned.
Graceful, lissom, skilled in art and war.
Valkyrie maidens proud, Odins guard.
Without mercy they weave our web of doom
And when they pull my chord, I dance or die.
Interesting.
Aden