Three crows

Norns spinning
Past, present, future
Maiden, woman, crone

Spit into your one eye
Make it spin
Weave the threads

Crooked nose
Straight mouth
Round eyes

I want to know
To know
What you do

I want to know
Where my path leads
What’s the point

Child, oh child your path is set
You have chosen your story
What do you ask us for?

To know, to know
Where I shall go
I can’t remember the story
No more

Son

The heart of a lion in winter
Compassion galore
Empathy in oodles

Smile like the sun
Like the sister

Gentle giant becoming
Fierce warrior gawky
Diamon uncut

Sadnes like a cloud of dust
Surrounds you always

Your responsibility is your life
Not hers
Not his

Stay safe
In an ocean of madness

You are missed always
Every day
Every hour

Old lion’s grey mane
Shaggy grief
Leaves traces in the dust

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