Mistook the Door For the Destination

[Intro — nearly unaccompanied] I have forgotten the first name Of the woman who taught me prayer. I remember the shape of her hands. I remember the winter she died. Funny... The things eternity keeps. [Verse 1] I counted kingdoms by their graves, Watched borders drown beneath the rain, Learned which blood would carry power, Which old promises remained. I whispered wishes into mothers, Moved a marriage, bent a crown, Waited generations for the blood That would bring my Master down. A hundred years to turn one bloodline, Another hundred for the gift. A century correcting What one foolish choice had shifted. Patient. Faithful. Certain. What are centuries to servants When eternity can wait? [Chorus] I thought I knew the shape of Your design. Knew the vessel, knew the blood, Knew the hour, knew the sign. I thought I knew what had to die And what would rise instead. I knew the words. I knew the price. I knew the living from the dead. Oh, child... I prepared the road so perfectly, Never questioning where it led. I mistook the door for the destination, And You walked somewhere else instead. [Verse 2] Then came Alice with her pleading, And the little green-haired child, Silent in her mother's arms While something ancient watched and smiled. There. At last. The blood. The power. The impossible made flesh. I offered what I'd been commanded. Life returned beneath her breast. One life given. One life promised. Seven points prepared to hold What death would shave away from Chloe, Piece by piece and soul by soul. I thought the bargain was a cradle. I thought I knew what would be born. So I taught the child my secrets While I waited for the morn. [Chorus] Still I knew the shape of Your design. Every resurrection brought us Closer to the appointed time. One red stone. Then another. Every fracture fit the plan. Every piece of Chloe gathered Exactly where it should have been. I had served too long for doubting. I had paid too much for dread. I mistook the door for the destination, And You walked somewhere else instead. [Verse 3 — darker] Then the third. The sacred working. Every century in one room. Every whispered preparation Finally ready to bloom. I opened what should open. Called the name I'd always known. Reached through Chloe for my Master— And something answered Through her bones. Nothing happened as it should have. Everything happened all at once. Chloe fell. I shattered with her. And You— You did not come forth. [Bridge — wonder slowly overtakes horror] I woke within the child. No... Not within. With. There is a difference. There must be. Her soul against my tattered soul, And something vast between. A fragment burning without fire. Power no mortal ought to hold. Cosmos answering her fingers. And her hair... Her hair was threaded gold. The third stone wasn't crimson. It held colors without names. Chloe. Morrigan.Chthon. All refracted through the same. And for the first time in centuries, I did not know what came next. [Chorus — frightened] I do not know the shape of Your design. Three stones burning. Four still empty. Seven points upon the sign. Was I wrong about the doorway? Was I wrong about the birth? Did I spend a thousand years preparing Something greater for this Earth? Was the failure mine, my Master? Or was failure what You said So I'd build the door You wanted While believing where it led? [Verse 4 — intimate] There is less of Morrigan now. I can feel that much is true. Some of me lives in the gemstone. Some of me is tangled through... You.Me.Gods... I don't know. And that is what I fear. Not damnation. Not the debt. Not whatever waits us here. It's that after all my knowing, All my centuries of sight, I look through nineteen-year-old eyes And wonder if the child was right. She loves without permission. Sings because a song feels true. Calls miracles by foolish names And asks what she would choose. And cosmic fire answers her. Not me. Not You. Her. [Final Bridge — rising] What if You knew? What if You always knew? What if resurrection wasn't how You meant to enter through? What if seven deaths aren't payment? What if seven aren't a key? A mortal heart. An ancient witch. A darkness older than the stars. Not Master and vessel. Not jailer and prisoner. Something... ours. [Final Chorus] I NEVER KNEW THE SHAPE OF YOUR DESIGN! I knew the blood! I knew the words! I knew the place! I knew the time! I gave You centuries of service! Put everything in place! And now I look through Chloe's eyes And feel the sunlight on her face. And I dread what waits ahead— But for the first time, Lord, I wonder If the thing I called Your failure Was the first thing You intended That I never understand. [Outro — quiet piano] I mistook the door for the destination. Perhaps... You needed me to. Three lights Four dark. One girl. One witch. One god. And whatever we are now. My Lord... What have You made? No. Perhaps that's the wrong question. What are we going to make next?