Maiden, Mother & Crone

The maiden sitting by her pool was first to hear my pleas
As she gazed into the water, she recited these words to me

"Walk not down that road, I cannot tell you where it goes
Ask me no more questions, some things you weren't meant to know"

The mother toiling in the fields, her apron full of seeds
She dropped them to the earth as she recited these words to me

"Walk not down that road, I cannot tell you where it goes
Ask me no more questions, some things you weren't meant to know
The greater mysteries cannot be shown
Divided by three, they are the maiden, the mother, the crone"

Finally, I found the crone walking through the trees
She looked in my eyes as she recited these words to me

"Go before the maiden, fall down to your knees
Should you win her favor, she may tell you what she sees
The harvest is reaped, seeds are sown
Multiplied by three, she is the maiden, the mother, the crone"