WorldSpinner

What it is those stories tell you
I don't know, I cannot see
I merely spin, the tales themselves
Each hold their own destiny.

I am the seer, teller, both
And neither, for I'll never hear
Them told to me, in some great hall
And I cannot help but fear

That each world I spin may break
Like a bubble in the tide
And I unknowing, will spin on
In this cave I must abide

This is my fate, my curse you see
To spin and see infinity.