Deidre's Song - The Lion

The lion walks the circle wide

Drawing life from aeons

Pulls taut the lines of fate's design

Come crawling spider I am waiting

I crossed the river and the sky

And found the willow weeping

To plant a seed of my design

See spider I am also weaving

I may not spin gossamer threads
Which once you wove around my limbs
But with my life and with my blood
I'll claw my way out from your scheming