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