THE ETERNAL WEAVER PONDERED OE'R HIS LOOM
SELECTING TIME THREADS FROM INFINITY
AND WOVE THEM IN A PATTERN PASSING STRANGE
A PATTERN THAT WAS MEANT FOR ONLY ME

THE WARP IT SEEMED BESPOKE MY SPAN OF YEARS
THE WEFT, MY VARIED COLOURED DESTINY
AT TIMES HE'D PAUSE, AND SLOW THE LOOM AWHILE
AND WHISPER TO ME GENTLY
"LOVE THOU ME?"

I SNATCHED THE SHUTTLE FROM THE WEAVER'S HAND
HE SIMPLY SAID HIS PATTERN HE'D POSTPONE
WHO WAS HE ANYWAY TO PLAN MY LIFE?
NO! I WOULD WEAVE A PATTERN OF MY OWN

SO HEEDLESSLY, I CHOSE TO TURN MY HEAD
THE SHUTTLE OF MY LIFE I FORCED TO FLY
AT BREAKNECK SPEED ACROSS AND BACK THE WARP
ALAS, I WOVE A KNOTTED, TWISTED PLY

BEFORE I KNEW, THE TIME THREADS WERE ALL DONE
THE FINISHED PIECE HE LIFTED FROM THE LOOM
I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND WHERE TIME HAD GONE
HOW COULD THE THREADS BE FINISHED QUITE SO SOON?

COMPLETELY CRUSHED, DESPAIRING, "LOST!" I CRIED FROM NOW AND ON THROUGHOUT ETERNITY."THE WEAVER SAID,"THIS IS THE FINAL TIME."AND ONCE AGAIN ASKED GENTLY, "LOVE THOU ME?"

THEN SILENTLY HE POINTED TO THE GROUND A SINGLE THREAD WAS LYING ON THE FLOOR A PERFECT THREAD, AND STAINED A PURE BLOOD RED, STRANGE HOW I HADN'T NOTICED IT BEFORE?

WITH TEAR STAINED FACE THE WEAVER TOOK THE THREAD AND DEFTLY WOVE IT THROUGH THE PIECE I'D DONE, SOBBING AS HE DID SO ALL THE WHILE, "THERE IS NO OTHER WAY FOR YOU MY SON."

" 'TIS FINISHED NOW!" HE CRIED TRIUMPHANTLY
AND RAISED THE PIECE SO I COULD CLEARLY SEE
ENTWINED THROUGHOUT IT'S LENGTH A SINGLE WORD
THE WORD? AH! YES, THE WORD WAS, CALVARY!