Fate, 'tis a strange thing

Fate it was that brought me here

Ah, the grey rider

He tells me it is fate

That a small trinket should fall

Fall into my hands

That it should pass onwards

To hands smaller than mine

And into the shadow realm

Where darkness abides

It feels heavy in my hands

And yet light as a feather

Cold as ice

Yet a comforting warmth

When it fits perfectly on my finger

The gold glints merrily in the sunlight

Come play with me

See what we can do


My precious