The worst was avoided
Only for worst than the worst to rear its ugly heads
Where in the world is Stash Sandiego?
Be assured he is not found in a striped white and red shirt
Hiding in a crowd
The hidden hand from fate of fate
Her archon and her mouth are both blind
But the smallest amongst us see
A secret mission between the cracks
For what is not must not be
Take the hour glass of Father Time
And sideways curtain frame
Step into the Pale Lodge
Which not even gods can tame
Shall we make a bargain
Or shall you spurn my knife
Tell me no upon the
I will not ask the thrice
What I tell you three times is true
But the sister rolled the dice
Now the world spins on the hidden thread
That all the eyes dont see
For what is to come shall be
Weave, and Cut and Loom it out
The tapestry is our sea.
The door of shimmering blue
The entropic hand upon shall sue
Never think what you cannot do
What is shall be at price.
