I follow fast, yet never lead, I’m born of light, I’m dark indeed.

Its bells don't ring; they shine red, green, and yellow Tiny black seeds that season your meal, Or thin, red, or green when you need some heat

I am worn in red where a bride should wear white. I bloom for the living, yet cling to the dead. In the Lowlands Away, I rest on her breast the only color left when the song tells her fate. Love placed me there; loss made me stay. What am I?

In endless dance with sun and stars above, dost thou not hear the ticking of thy fate? A silent thief that steals with gentle glove, as sands dost slip, ne'er to be late.

In chaos lies the dance of time's decay, Where order flees, and realms do fade away. Unseen force, dost weave the threads of fate, Where all doth tend towards the disarrayed state.