Serephina's Call

Verse 1

Through gnarled trunks of trees both old and vast,

She breathes the wind of futures and of past.

Half shadow born, half woven into air,

Serephina dwells where mortal souls beware.

Her dark brown eyes observe from bark and bough,

A thousand souls hath passed before thee now.

She knows the name that burdens heavy thine breast,

The voice thou missest most, above all the rest.

Chorus

Dost thou hear it on the wind?

That voice thou thought was gone?

Follow not the echo calling,

Or nevermore shalt thou see the dawn.

Serephina sings of all thou left behind,

And wraps thee in the longing of thy mind.

Verse 2

She bends the breeze to carry mother's call,

Or lover's laugh that rang through yonder hall.

Each rustle of the bronze and purple leaves,

Is memory she stealeth on the evening breeze.

She means no malice, so she whispers true,

Yet every path behind thee fades from view.

Her voice becometh all thou needst to hear,

Till forest swallows thee and none shall know thou'rt here.

Chorus

Dost thou hear it on the wind?

That voice thou thought was gone?

Follow not the echo calling,

Or nevermore shalt thou see the dawn.

Serephina sings of all thou left behind,

And wraps thee in the longing of thy mind.

Bridge

She is the ache of every door left shut,

Each word unspoken, every bond half-cut.

Her lyre plays the song of what thou left undone,

And darker grows the forest as thou run.

Close thine eyes but lend no ear,

Walk the moonlit path, persevere.

What is lost hath reason for its leaving,

What is gone was never thine for keeping.

Verse 3

If grief hath made thee reckless, made thee reach,

For ghostly voices floating out of reach,

Then shall thy feet forsake the path of stone,

And Serephina's wood shall be thy only home.

Final Chorus

Dost thou hear it on the wind?

That voice thou thought was gone?

Follow not the echo calling,

Or nevermore shalt thou see the dawn.

Serephina sings of all thou left behind,

And wraps thee in the longing of thy mind.

Outro

Through gnarled trunks of trees both old and vast...

She breathes thy name into the autumn blast...

Those dark brown eyes watch on and on...

Long after thou art gone...

Spoken

"This tale was woven by DiscoPrincess — Royalty of the Night"