Three threads of fate

Under roots the night is deep Ancient powers rise from sleep Three sisters guard the woven line Threads of fate in their hands entwine Urd begins with a whispering stream Voices lost in a timeless dream In her gaze lie forgotten years Echoed steps of the vanished seers In her water — the age-old cries Broken oaths under fading skies Every shadow the world once knew — Carved in runes of the morning dew Three threads — a single weave Three voices — the tales they breathe The past that no storm can drown The present — a fleeting crown The future sings cold and wide — Skuld decides how the worlds collide Verdandi holds the living flame Threads that shift, never stay the same Every heartbeat, a turning wheel Life and death on her balanced steel Skuld stands still like a frozen sigh Glass-cold hands where tomorrow lies She cuts shadows of wars unborn Shapes the path where all souls are sworn Three threads — a single weave Three voices — the tales they breathe The past that no storm can drown The present — a fleeting crown The future sings cold and wide — Skuld decides how the worlds collide Yggdrasil guards their endless song Binds the world where the fates belong Who defies what the sisters spin Shall be swallowed by time within In a circle they trade their place — Shifting truth in a mirrored space And the well by the roots proclaims “Threads are turning — they bear all names” Three threads — a single weave Three voices — the tales they breathe Three sisters — with the world in hand Shaping fire, and frost, and land All paths rise where their voices lead — All fate answers their ancient creed