The Lure of the LoomWarp and weft,Up and down, Through and around, Right and left. She weaves the shuttle Back and forth, As clouds roll in from the north, And rain begins to puddle. Lost in a dream only she can see, Where loved ones long dead Share her fire and bread, Unaware that her people are starting to flee. The storm begins to howl and rage. Oblivious, she weaves on and on, While she sings an ancient song. The tempest is loosed from its cage. Lightening strikes all around! Homes shatter and start to burn, Yet she sits and weaves, her face stern, And the fire starts to surround. |
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