The Norns who weave the tapestry <br />which rules the fate of mortal men. <br />Can make mistakes apparently <br /> and some time have to think again. <br /> <br />Though each one blames the other two <br /> and none will admit to their mistake <br /> They have to weave the threads anew. <br /> A lengthy process which can take <br /> <br /> almost the life span of a man. <br /> But even Norns are governed by. <br />The need to heed the master plan, <br /> they have no choice the rules apply <br /> <br />A single thread that’s out of place <br /> can alter mankind’s history. <br />So they comply with little grace. <br />What is to be must come to be. <br /> <br />Has man no choice but play the part? <br /> They’ve woven in their tapestry <br />His path through life right from the start <br /> is fore ordained: no man is free. <br /> <br />The three weird sisters can foresee <br />future events and bind them fast, <br /> As pictures in their tapestry. <br />No mortal man can overcast. <br /> <br />The lasting spell the sisters weave. <br /> Although he thinks his will is free. <br /> It matters not what we believe <br />and therein lies the mystery. <br /> <br />If we believe that this is true. <br /> We are but puppets on a string <br />and there is little we can do. <br />To change the slightest little thing. <br /> <br />But I rebel I don’t believe <br /> and make my way as best I can <br />Accomplish what I can achieve <br /> I am no puppet I’m a man. <br /> <br />22-Sep-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-rebel/
