Mandos’ spouse,
His halls your house,
Forever you stay,
While you weave your way.
Weave through history,
Weave through time,
Weave for men, elves, dwarves,
You weave their minds.
Your webs,
Your beds,
The history of Arda,
Is locked in your very head.
For until the world’s end,
The time you will bend,
It will come at your bidding,
Until the very end.
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