The Weaver
In the dark before dawn Long before the breath of man She awakens And a single thread begins to glow Through the storm of time she whispers life into the void Weaving threads of light And so begins the birth of all Through cosmic winds her echoes flow As her spindle glows Whispers of a thousand fates The spindle turns, the stars align Light ignites and the grand design Gives rise to endless lives Through the storm of endless void The Weaver of light brings the dawn Born from the light of a crimson flame One soul a whisper, one thread a name Breathing life into the void Through dusk, and night, through every dawn She weaves the light and thereupon The wheel of fate forever turns Through the storm of endless void The Weaver of light brings the dawn The wheel of fate forever turns
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026