The Girl Who Heard The Crown by Nox Assembly

At the edge of the cold world
where the bitter vats burned
I learned the shape of silence
and the small things I had earned

A blanket, cup, and candle
a door against the snow
I learned to keep the nightmares still
so no one else could know

But something heard my terror 
something hungry, old, and far
and when my father reached for me
it opened up a scar

I learned to turn and hide 
when the village turned away
first for the bitter tanning smoke
then for the ruin across my face

I hear you across the sand
through blood, through stone, through flame
I followed one lost heartbeat
and the silence spoke my name

There’s a crystal within crystal
there’s a door inside the scar
I am still the tanner’s daughter
learning how to hear the stars

They took me toward the golden city
with soldiers at my side
I feared the shining walls at first
then feared the world outside

A pendant cold as northern morning
resting at my throat
but every mind I passed became
a river, cry, or note

I tried to hold the voices
I tried to make them small
but only in the stillness
could I hear one thread through all

I hear you across the sand
through blood, through stone, through flame
I followed one lost heartbeat
and the silence spoke my name

There’s a crystal within crystal
there’s a crown inside the scar
I am still the tanner’s daughter
learning how to hear the stars

The stones did not ask permission
the dark did not withdraw
I stepped where I was summoned
and I was stilled by what I saw

Do not say the golden circle
do not speak the burning throne
do not tell the child inside me
she will stand there all alone

Who will hold the city breathing
when the mother leaves the flame?
Who will hear the hidden knives
before they learn her name?

Not the sword, and not the bloodline
not the banners, not the crown
but the girl who hears the frightened
when the night comes bending down

I hear you across the sand
through fear, through grief, through flame
I cannot hold the whole world
but I can answer when it names

There’s a crystal within crystal
there’s a crown inside the scar
I am still the tanner’s daughter
and I hear you where you are

Call through the dark
I hear you

Ayashe yetu

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At the edge of the cold world where the bitter vats burned I learned the shape of silence and the small things I had earned A blanket, cup, and candle a door against the snow I learned to keep the nightmares still so no one else could know But something heard my terror something hungry, old, and far and when my father reached for me it opened up a scar I learned to turn and hide when the village turned away first for the bitter tanning smoke then for the ruin across my face I hear you across the sand through blood, through stone, through flame I followed one lost heartbeat and the silence spoke my name There’s a crystal within crystal there’s a door inside the scar I am still the tanner’s daughter learning how to hear the stars They took me toward the golden city with soldiers at my side I feared the shining walls at first then feared the world outside A pendant cold as northern morning resting at my throat but every mind I passed became a river, cry, or note I tried to hold the voices I tried to make them small but only in the stillness could I hear one thread through all I hear you across the sand through blood, through stone, through flame I followed one lost heartbeat and the silence spoke my name There’s a crystal within crystal there’s a crown inside the scar I am still the tanner’s daughter learning how to hear the stars The stones did not ask permission the dark did not withdraw I stepped where I was summoned and I was stilled by what I saw Do not say the golden circle do not speak the burning throne do not tell the child inside me she will stand there all alone Who will hold the city breathing when the mother leaves the flame? Who will hear the hidden knives before they learn her name? Not the sword, and not the bloodline not the banners, not the crown but the girl who hears the frightened when the night comes bending down I hear you across the sand through fear, through grief, through flame I cannot hold the whole world but I can answer when it names There’s a crystal within crystal there’s a crown inside the scar I am still the tanner’s daughter and I hear you where you are Call through the dark I hear you Ayashe yetu

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