Black Spindle

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“Your only existence shall be that which I weave for you out of sorrow and woe.”

The followers of Crota swing Hammers,
Sing death-songs:
Fatal.
Final.
Absolute.

Ir Halak and Ir Anûk laugh at Crota.
Finality is a child's plaything,
Fit for one such as Crota,
They say.

No Hammer for the Unraveler and the Weaver,
But a Spindle, wound with woe.
For their foes,
No end of suffering.