The maiden pouring out wine called me her brother
Then led me to the man she called her son
And told me, tomorrow, she'd be my mother

When I brought the blood to cover
The footsteps from where I'd come
The maiden pouring out wine called me her brother

And when I brought the wounds I'd given another
Though I had beat him guilt for what I had done
She told me, tomorrow, she'd be my mother

When the woman of webs asked if I'd be her lover
And I told her that such things were over and done
The maiden pouring out wine called me her brother

The virgin asked why I'd spurned the web-woman's bed covers
I said I wouldn't do in shadow what I would do in sun
She told me, tomorrow, she'd be my mother

When she showed me a path I hadn't discovered
And after a century had only begun,
The maiden pouring out wine called me her brother
And told me, tomorrow, she'd be my mother