It has been written in your star
That fire shall kindle where you are:
That where you walk there shall be strife;
Ice melting; earth turned; sleep stirred; life.
You will graze hearts and blood will spurt,
You will be hurt because you hurt
Those whom you try not even to touch,
Whose eyes pursue your eyes too much.
You will bring peace but oftener still
Wars in your name against your will;
Yet you divider, waker of
Angers will suffer too much love.
And you will stir the whirlpool up,
And you will drink the unasked for cup,
And be of those much damned and blessed
Who never rest, who never rest.
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