The weaver looked across, at his wife who had said nought
And said "His time has come and is within the law"
But the weaver's wife said nothing, her face was duly fraught
And the black cat sat, within the shadows; near the locked front door.
The traveller sat and waited whilst the weaver left the room
He returned not minutes later, with his son of twenty four
The weaver's wife embraced her son; her grief must not consume
And the black cat stood ready; outside the door.
"Your son was chosen long ago" the traveller said to them;
With that he rose up to his feet; "We now must fight a war."
They walked towards the open door; it now was past P.M.
And the black cat followed; the weaver closed the door.
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