Wyrd Weaving

Wyrd

Song singer starts alone,
Five steadfast fly to her side.
Mind-gold passed by sacred bond,
Steps run where gods dare not stride.

Balance measured, fates entwined,
Six weave paths to bind the lands.
Lies undone, Trickster’s truth is sung,
Red sun blesses life’s fate strand.

Spear asleep in wisdom’s hall,
Peace held firm, a cradle’s gift.
The road runs far but clears the way,
Walkers dance this wyrdling shift.

 

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