[Verse 1] Born in the hush where royalty slept, A sister to kings, with secrets kept In shadows soft where destiny bends, She watched the crown but dreamed past its ends [Verse 2] She learned from the one who speaks to flame, The seer whose name all winds proclaim With Merlin’s voice and the turning sky, She touched the veil where magic lies [Chorus] Not wicked, not saint, but bound to the stream Where magic and memory weave into dream Her crown is of ivy, her throne of dew She guards what is old, what the mortal once knew [Instrumental Bridge] [Celtic harp glissando with distant whispers, uilleann pipes swell over a shifting minor mode drone, faint fae laughter in the wind] [Sung Bridge] She walks the line no blade can trace, With starlit eyes and changeling grace No court can hold her, no vow define— Her path is fate’s and faerie’s sign [Chorus] Not wicked, not saint, but bound to the stream Where magic and memory weave into dream Her crown is of ivy, her throne of dew She guards what is old, what the mortal once knew [Verse 3] Now clad in mist, she walks unseen, Where forests bloom in silver-green The fae call her with every breeze A keeper now of twilight keys [Chorus] Not wicked, not saint, but bound to the stream Where magic and memory weave into dream Her crown is of ivy, her throne of dew She guards what is old, what the mortal once knew
