Massive thanks to Crazed Liotta Eyes for inspiring instrumental. Lyrics by me. Extra tracks at the playlist. — The arrow flies in curves of rain, its tip is gravitating towards arcane a rainbow clenched into a spark that lands between the light and dark. It doesn’t burn, it hums, it calls, a ball of thunder made for walls of lilac trees and emerald hush— the grass is wet, the sky won’t rush. A campfire born from other skies, with colours not for earthly eyes. It flickers green, it pulses blue— then blooms in violet, haunting through. Still somewhere far, the storm keeps time, a rhythm wrapped in restless rhyme. Air thickens there, trees bend like bows, it winds the soul, then winds it out. And I—I am the ember’s breath, unclaimed by silence, not by death. I hum with leaves, I blend with sky— a barefoot flame that won’t pass by.
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