Behold thefine threads of fate
Woven neatly through times ahead
Peering through the race of mankind
Walking among the land of dead
Threads coloured black and blue
Mine coloured the rosy red
Weaving through the colours of life
Wondering where the divine lead
My thread bent and swirled and twined
Till it lost its rosy red
Now among the darkest lines
A little bit rosy, a tad bit bruised,
A little bit tainted with the colour of dead