The Net Tightens

[Verse 1] He came with riddles carved in glass, Named the wars that hadn't passed. They drank his words like vintage rain— And feared the clarity in his name. He played their games, but moved too well. He sang of fates they couldn’t quell. The queen half-smiled; the bishop prayed— But somewhere deep, a ledger weighed. [Pre-Chorus] He knew too much, too soon, too clearly. He was not born to disappear… [Chorus] So they whispered him away. No trial, no bell, no final say. History remembers martyrs. It forgets the erased. [Verse 2] An invite wrapped in olive smoke, A villa near the coast he spoke. A glass, a pause, a silent knife— They took his voice, but left his life. In chains of silence, not of steel, They sold him where no names reveal. Not royal now, nor scholar bright— Just breath and bone beneath the night. [Pre-Chorus 2] He dreamed of ships, of burning maps. Now he rows through dark collapse… [Chorus] They whispered him away. No record left, no body laid. History remembers martyrs. It forgets the erased. [Bridge] They could not crown him—so they drowned him. Not in water. In forgetting. They feared his words— So they cut the tongue from time. [Verse 3] He heard no name for three full days. Then someone spoke in Spanish praise. A woman brought him figs and thread— And saw the songs locked in his head. She didn’t ask for where he’d been. She only said, “Sing it again.” And when he whispered back her tune— The chains grew looser with the moon. [Final Chorus] They whispered him away. No anthem sung, no stone to stay. But she remembered — soft, unnamed. And whispered back… a part remained.