From the beginning was the Wyrrd,
and the Wyrrd was in the hands of the Norns.
These three weird sisters held men's fates .
They handled , measured and cut
the strands of fate
Some think them witches
or else the classical Fates.
These are the Norns.
They measure out our days.
Do not look
Do not dare to gaze upon
The faces of Fate
The Weird sisters
Flee, Macbeth, thane of Cawdor!
Fly Thane of Glamis
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
From the beginning was the Wyrrd,
and the Wyrrd was in the hands of the Norns.
These three weird sisters held men's fates .
They handled , measured and cut
the strands of fate
Some think them witches
or else the classical Fates.
These are the Norns.
They measure out our days.
Do not look
Do not dare to gaze upon
The faces of Fate
The Weird sisters
Flee, Macbeth, thane of Cawdor!
Fly Thane of Glamis
Admittedly, a weird poem
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