16. Three Leaves of Fate (Folk/Musical)

Three serpent leaves upon the ground… Their power old, their silence proud… A kingdom sleeps without a sound… A simple man with loyal heart Was called to play a noble part— To save a prince from fear. He earned the hand of royal grace, A bride of beauty, moonlit face, A vow of love so bright and clear. Three serpent leaves of ancient might, They breathe back life into the night. And those who stay through storm and pain Will rise with honor once again. Three serpent leaves, so dark, so true— They guard the heart, they carry through. The bride whose oath was forged in pride Spoke words that turned like steel inside: “If death takes you, I’ll follow too.” But when the sea began to roar, Her vow meant nothing anymore— She watched him sink to waters blue. Yet loyalty defies the grave, For courage calls the lost to save— The serpent leaves began to glow. He rose again, returned from death, With pounding heart, with living breath— A miracle the night would know. But shadows whisper, shadows scheme… A treacherous bride, a broken dream… The ocean knows what truth must mean… Before the king, the truth revealed, No lie remained, no heart concealed. Her fate was sealed by justice grim. The loyal man who faced the grave, Who dared to fight, who dared to save— Found honor rising up in him. Three serpent leaves of ancient might, They breathe back life into the night. And those who stay through storm and pain Will rise with honor once again. Three serpent leaves, the fate they weave— With burning truth that won’t deceive— They turn the darkness into light… Three leaves that rule the endless night. Three leaves are carried by the breeze… And truth outlives the darkest seas…