I wondered about the conections of lore, I wondered and I pondered. Deep thought engulfed me, drew me down to the well of Urd, In it i saw the faces of three Three maidens Three crones Three mothers caring for the roots of life Three knowing all the threads of the web, Twisting them and turning, cuting and tying, Chanting “We are the flow We are the web We are the weavers We are the web” And as they chanted, they turned and tvirled The moon glowing above The goddess laughing at my feble...