Come fair, come foul, I'll twine the rope and sing. At the world ash-tree once I wove, when from its trunk thrust, big and strong, a green forest of noble branches. In its cool shadow bubbled a spring, whispering wisdom as its waters welled; there I sang of holy things. An intrepid god came to drink at the spring; one of his eyes he paid as forfeit for ever. From the world ash-tree Wotan then broke off a branch; a spearshaft the mighty one cut from the trunk. -- the First Norn weaving the rope of destiny from Richard Wagner's Götterdämerung Although this novelty candle (bought for 5$ at an estate sale) brings to mind operatic weaving, in truth it reminds me of really long intertwined hot dogs.