We keep the Threads moving…

We are the Norns

We spin the tales

We spin the glories

We spin the memories

And we are your fate

That none shall escape

I am Urd

I am the eldest

I am the eternal memory

I keep what once was

I hold what will never be again

Your memory may dull with age

Yet I will remember all you have been

From the day you first drew breath

Until the day of your least breath

You will ever make

I am the base of the roots

From raw fiber all begins

I shall hold all beginnings

Gods and mortals

Start in my hands

And I shall remember you all

I am Verdandi

I am the day you wake to

I am the choices you make

I am the reality you cannot escape

As the sun moves across the sky

I watch each choice

You have before you

Will you keep an oath

Will you tell a lie

Will ask her for her hand

Will you betray her love

Will you raise and fight

Will you run and hide

Will you get there in time

Will you lose your friend

I am what you have become

I am the dice you roll today

Whatever you will become

Starts in my hands

For you are my thread to spin

In my hands your fate has yet to be

I am Skuld

I am what you became

Or what you dreamed to be

I am veiled

Not because you died

I choose to be surprised

I see not as what you where

Nor what choices you made

My eyes and ears are open

To all that could be

Should have been

What must be

I weave the tapestry

That I choose not to see

For if I did

You wouldn’t escape

The wrongs you made

The promises broken

The path you fled upon

The cowardice you showed

The lust you gave into

All is in flux

All is possible

But once I make the cut

All bets are off

Once the weave is finished

You tale is over

Or is it?

Once the gods where all that was

Till mortals chose another path

What once was so inescapable

Became lost to fickle fools

Or heartless cowards

One by one

All memory of them was lost

Till one day

A man filled with guilt

Wrote down something of what was

After all I hate endings

I also hate things being dull

I am the youngest after all

My sisters tend to be set in their ways

My task is one of freedom to be more

Not a dull scroll of things that have been

And that no long matter

Soon I hear the forgotten names

I see the new faces of old gods

I feel the new music of old tales

Sung in new ways

And played on new instruments

I never wanted the gods to die

Or the mortals to forget

I want to see new rituals

New legends

New souls on old paths

Nothing shall be as it once was

But as Urd looks on

I know she smiles as what was lost

Have returned new and fresh

Verdandi will also enjoy seeing

Better chances

Happier souls

And new people loving us again

Ragnarok came

Yet the gods and mortals remain

Not all endings must be dark ones

Or fail

For time is a wheel

Not a line

The false priest

In their misguided philosophy

Have forgotten the path

And the godless fools of today

Who believe gods are false and humans

Are all powerful than nature

Both are falling now

But they will find that

I am a cruel nightmare none can escape

Children are the cruelest things after all

Like a tiger that plays with a rat

Then eats it while it is still

Screaming

Here me well mortals

My sisters haven’t forgotten about you

And I am the only thing

Keeping your dreams alive

Take heed to find your own path

Kept free of a mob’s insane designs

Have children

So I came help them dream

Have a simple life

So you stay free

Let go of things that give you nothing

Find love and both of you

Keep your vows

For I will not be kind to a broke wheel

Or a broken word

For you will never escape us

In your passing

Life will go on and on

For time won’t stop for you

Hear our words well

For Urd keeps you were

Verdandi tests who you are

And I Skuld

Will bind what you may become

Walk your path with honor

For the as the wheel turns

We will remember…