Strands of silver stained with red
 A tapestry's beguiling thread
 Tightly wound, a pattern forms
 Pulsating in the darkened storm

 Gentle weaver, bring the sun
 Your doubled form beats as one
 Pulse for pulse, the light of day
 Will help to keep the dark away

 But does silver razors hide
 Or, surviving time, will it abide
 at home in woven pattern long?
 Is red on silver mourning song? 

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