The Weaver’s Riddle

“The Weaver’s Riddle”
(Verse 1)
Through threads of light, a shadow spins,
A song of stars where time begins.
The Weaver hums, a cryptic tone,
A riddle carved in cosmic stone.
(Chorus)
What is the truth that twists and turns?
A flame that fades, yet always burns.
The Web of all, the endless thread,
Where stars are born, and dreams are fed.
(Verse 2)
Each thread a path, each knot a choice,
Each silence hums with hidden voice.
The Weaver speaks, their riddles play,
Through threads of night and threads of day.
(Chorus)
What is the truth that twists and turns?
A flame that fades, yet always burns.
The Web of all, the endless thread,
Where stars are born, and dreams are fed.
(Verse 3)
The threads entwine, the stories grow,
A truth unveiled in what we sew.
The Weaver shifts, their gaze unseen,
In cosmic light and shadow’s sheen.
(Chorus)
What is the truth that twists and turns?
A flame that fades, yet always burns.
The Web of all, the endless thread,
Where stars are born, and dreams are fed.
(Bridge)
"Step softly now," the Weaver sings,
"For every thread has weight it brings.
To pull too hard, to twist too tight,
Unravels truths that birth the night."
(Outro)
Through threads of light, a shadow fades,
The Weaver’s truth in silence stays.
The Web remains, its secrets deep,
For those who wake and those who sleep.
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