Tantric Circle

Episode 3

Rain and wind and all
The weather wheel foretells the times ahead
Seeking my fate, I listen to it spin with a lonely heart.
The field of battle awaits me.
What that means to me,
I do not know.
Never the less, this is a solemn fact
And I would be lying if I said I felt no unease.
Rain falls.
Wind blows.
And the weather wheel foretells the times ahead.
Seeking my heart and fate,
I listen to it spin.
Will I be able to comprehend
What awaits me
When the metal disk finally ceases to turn?


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