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NORN: The rock's keen edge
cuts through the rope,
its web of threads
no longer grips,
quelled and rent are the strands.
Out of envy and strife
rises The Nibelung's Ring;
a vengeful curse
gnaws at my twisted strands.
Know you what come of this?