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Neuna fata. Neuna dono. Parca maurita dono

Invoked under the 9th moon

As her spindle has filled to a swell

On the ninth moon she is summoned

From the silk which has cast her spell

A a woven gossamer strand

Unbreakable only by one

As a grain of hourglass sand

Once fallen, cannot be undone

The thread of life

Woven by the 1st

Forms into strife

Woven by the second

To equate the balance

Thrice is the weaver

Whose mother is night

And father is darkness

Median of the 3 parcae

Bringer of fates offered

As paths in the prime

The apex of ego and health

Bearer of the second flame

Cusp bearing balance of fate

Weaver of the strongest silk

Whom only one may shall sever

Only one, can sever

And sever all she will

As present as the horizon

As distant as the hidden fangs

3rd parcae of the underworld

3rd weaver of the web

End of the golden cord

She who decides when you are dead

The end of a trinity

Beginning of a cycle

The final touch

Which your spirit shall feel

Neuna fata. Neuna dono. Parca maurita dono