lyrics: @undeadchickens sampled: @leahsophia (softly) A fractured verse on a yellowed page, A half-remembered, golden age, Of silver moons and skies unknown, And a hero's flight, on starlight thrown. (softly) Before the sky was scarred and black, Upon the third moon's silver track, A port of light, a star-spun pier, Stood a captain who knew no fear. Argent Sparrow was his fabled name, He played the cosmic winds like a gambler's game. (projected) Then the silence cracked like frozen glass, A world unmade in a single pass! Silver turning into dust and fire, One ship arose, climbing ever higher! Argent Sparrow at the desperate helm, Escaping the fall of a dying realm! (softly) His silver hull, a wounded wing, Through fields of starlight did it swing. The void held breath, a silent dread, As navigation charts ran red. His mind and helm, a desperate fight, Towards a world, a distant light. (with emotion) The journey long, the chances thin, The echoes of the dying within. He carried stories, dreams, and might, A falling star in endless night. (softly) They say he fell to worlds below, A silver seed in earthly snow. And in his hand, a fragment gleamed… (questioning tone) A whisper of the moon it seemed?
