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Unraveling
I am cursed with foresight
And by the lantern light
I have seen skeins unravel
Across the shifts of time
I have seen Midgard's plight
The great deceiver
Is free at last
To burn the past
And deliver
Retribution
Against those crimes
Annihilation
For the time
Chained to jagged rock
To be eaten by the flock
The vultures burn in venom
As they feast on this demon
What have I laid bare
On these steps of despair?
What tricks of tricksters
Thrice hexed on creaking stairs
Led us to this?
The games so ill played
As pieces disarray
The gameboard blurry
As horses pound in slurry
Hurry to spread bright lies
To shine in my one eye
These tricks of tricksters
Mix laughter in with cries
But who would know
Madness in his mind
Swept through all Asgard kind
To ill bred choices
That spewed forth from his voices?
The great deceiver
Is free at last
To shatter glass
The old weavers
Divination
Across the realms
Devastation
By the helm
Severing of skeins
And the ripping of spleen
What is our penance
To burn in vengeance?
I have foreseen my doom
I am to be consumed
I've seen my skein unravel
Across Yggdrasil
Beneath the wolfen moon
And by the lantern light
I have seen skeins unravel
Across the shifts of time
I have seen Midgard's plight
The great deceiver
Is free at last
To burn the past
And deliver
Retribution
Against those crimes
Annihilation
For the time
Chained to jagged rock
To be eaten by the flock
The vultures burn in venom
As they feast on this demon
What have I laid bare
On these steps of despair?
What tricks of tricksters
Thrice hexed on creaking stairs
Led us to this?
The games so ill played
As pieces disarray
The gameboard blurry
As horses pound in slurry
Hurry to spread bright lies
To shine in my one eye
These tricks of tricksters
Mix laughter in with cries
But who would know
Madness in his mind
Swept through all Asgard kind
To ill bred choices
That spewed forth from his voices?
The great deceiver
Is free at last
To shatter glass
The old weavers
Divination
Across the realms
Devastation
By the helm
Severing of skeins
And the ripping of spleen
What is our penance
To burn in vengeance?
I have foreseen my doom
I am to be consumed
I've seen my skein unravel
Across Yggdrasil
Beneath the wolfen moon
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