The Music of Elbereth's Grace

Weaver of Fate

 

She stepped forth, quiet as the dawning star,

Her robe whispering like dew upon the bough,

And in her hands the threads of ages far,

Unbroken paths the world must follow now.

Where silent watches keep their ancient flame,

She draws the lines no mortal eye can claim.

 

In the hollow of time, where shadows fall thin,

She listens to worlds that are waiting to begin.

 

Ailinwë – Weaver of Fate,

You spin the threads of time.

Ailinwë – Weaver of Fate,

The patterns of the world are thine.

Dance in the starlit heavens,

Dance with the wind.

Ailinwë, Weaver of Fate - 

Eternity is yours to spin.

 

A breath of wind, and she is standing near,

Her hair adrift like twilight in the breeze;

Her garment stirring soft, yet crystal clear,

Like gentle rain that falls through silver leaves.

She feels the pull where every moment calls,

And sets the warp that binds the rise and fall.

 

The realm of hours lies silent in her palm,

A vacant space yet brimming full with light;

Where hope and dread entwine in fragile calm,

And distant futures tremble into sight.

There at the edge where dawn and dusk convene,

She shapes the path through all that lies unseen.

 

In the empty hour, bright as morning’s crest,

She crafts the unknown from the hush of unrest.

 

Oh, empty space where light is born,

Where echoes bloom and worlds are sworn -

She stands alone, yet never still,

Guiding time with silent will.

Through broken paths and stars undone,

She binds the night to the rising sun.

 

In the hush of becoming, where destinies start,

She weaves the truth that beats in every heart.

 

Ailinwë – Weaver of Fate