By the length of yarn
Spun by the Norns
Have no doubt
I know my time will come
I can fulfill my destiny
Or be consigned to winds
Or death will call me
Like the call of a lover
Bidding me welcome
Offering me solace
Giving hope or wisdom
It will allow me vision
To see how I will rise
My calling is a reckoning
Giving me reason for hope
The benefits are manifest
To fall in any event
After becoming wise
Would be of my own doing
Or the will of the gods
My life is in their hands
For the Norns are powerful
As they weave and spin
Yarn woven by fate
As dust softly floats
Our choices hang in the air
As do our lives we spin
Our very own yarn
If in joy or in despair
The wind blows
And our place in life beckons
And death calls us home
