BLODEUWEDD [Intro – Very soft female contralto • breathy • solo harp, low cello, faint wind] [Emotion: mysterious, fragile, innocent] I was born from flowers... No mother held me. No childhood knew me. They gave me a name... Blodeuwedd. [Verse 1 – Soft female vocal • intimate • harp, cello, delicate strings] [Emotion: innocent, confused, quietly sorrowful] They called me Blodeuwedd, and told me I was his. They dressed me in their finest cloth, they taught me how to smile. Lleu was kind and gentle, but kindness is not love. I tried to be the woman they had made me to become. I walked beneath the flowers, I watched the seasons change. But something in my heart remained that no one gave a name. [Pre-Chorus – Voice slightly higher • trembling strings • distant female choir] [Emotion: longing, awakening] Was I made to love? Was I made to stay? Or was I only someone's dream that could never choose its way? [Chorus – Deep female lead + solemn female choir] [Emotion: haunting, beautiful, prophetic] [CHOIR: Blodeuwedd... Blodeuwedd...] Blodeuwedd... Born from flowers... Blodeuwedd... A name the wind would carry far... A woman made of petals, a heart that learned to choose. A beauty born from magic, with everything to lose. Blodeuwedd... Your name sounds soft as spring, but underneath the flowers there sleeps a darker thing. Blodeuwedd... Before the story ends, the flower will turn toward another, and love will become a sin. [Verse 2 – Low intimate female vocal • darker cello • restrained frame drum] [Emotion: temptation, longing, conflicted] Then I saw another, Gronw stood beneath the trees. And something in me awakened that I had never known. He looked at me like I was more than something made to stay. For the first time in my life, I wanted to choose my way. I knew the path was dangerous. I knew what love could cost. But when he held my hand, I felt the woman I had lost. [Pre-Chorus – Rising strings • trembling vocal • distant choir] [Emotion: conflicted, fearful, desperate] I was made from flowers... but flowers still can break. I chose a love that wasn't mine, and everything would change. [Chorus – Larger female choir] [Emotion: conflicted, prophetic, sorrowful] [CHOIR: Blodeuwedd... Blodeuwedd...] Blodeuwedd... Born from flowers... Blodeuwedd... A name the wind once carried far... A woman made of petals, a heart that chose to move. A beauty born from magic, that dared to choose her love. Blodeuwedd... Your name sounds soft as spring, but underneath the flowers the broken heart still sings. Blodeuwedd... Before the story ends, the flower will turn toward another, and love will become a sin. [Verse 3 – Dark low vocal • cello and low strings • sparse percussion] [Emotion: fear, guilt, horror] We found a way to kill him, but the magic would not break. A spear between two worlds, a wound no man could make. Lleu fell from the heavens, and vanished from our sight. I thought the past was over, I thought I had escaped. But magic has a memory. It waits beneath the skin. And when they found the truth, the punishment began. [Pre-Chorus – Almost whispered • strings stop one by one] [Emotion: terrified, shocked] He came back from the darkness... And they came for me. [Bridge – Near silence • solo cello • trembling female voice] [Emotion: terrified, remorseful, desperate] Please... I never chose to be this. I never chose his life. I never asked the gods to make me someone's wife. The curse was spoken... My body changed. My hands became wings. My voice became a cry. I looked into the sky and knew that I would never walk among them again. [Female Choir – Very soft, distant] [Emotion: mournful, otherworldly] Blodeuwedd... Blodeuwedd... [Verse 4 – Airy female vocal • harp, distant strings, wind] [Emotion: grief, realization, loneliness] They called me traitor. They called me cruel. They never asked the question: What does a flower become when it is forced to bloom for someone else's garden? I lost my human name. I lost the life I knew. And somewhere in the darkness, I learned to love the sky. [Final Chorus – Huge female choir + deep cello + soaring strings] [Emotion: devastating, transcendent, sorrowful] [CHOIR: BLODEUWEDD! BLODEUWEDD!] Blodeuwedd... Born from flowers... Blodeuwedd... Lost beneath the moon. A woman made from petals, a lover made to choose. Blodeuwedd... The flower turned toward another, and everything was lost. Blodeuwedd... They gave you life, but never gave you choice. You were born from flowers... And flowers always bloom, then fade, then fall... [Final Choir – Slow, solemn, fading] [Emotion: ancient, mournful, eternal] [CHOIR: Blodeuwedd... Blodeuwedd...] Born from flowers... Lost to the sky... Blodeuwedd... [Outro – Solo harp • low cello • distant wind] [Emotion: almost peaceful, eternal sorrow]
