(Verse 1 — The Fading) In the hush before the sunrise, when the world was cold and still, A Faerie lost her radiance on the lonely heather hill. Her wings once bright with starlight dimmed to shadows soft and grey, And the Court fell silent round her as her glow was swept away. She knelt beside the river where her tears began to fall, Whispering to the waters, “Was I ever light at all?” (Pre‑Chorus) But the wind carried softly, through the branches bending low, “Even embers in the darkness hold the memory of their glow.” (Chorus) Oh, her light went quiet, but her heart still beat with fire, And the path to rise again was carved by courage, not desire. Though the shadows pressed around her and the night refused to part, She would earn her light by kindness, by the strength within her heart. For a Faerie’s glow is deeper than the shine the world can see — It is born of love and mercy, and the will of who she’ll be. (Verse 2 — The Trials) She wandered through the valleys where the mortal children played, And found a boy in sorrow where the forest shadows strayed. With no magic left to guide him, still she took him by the hand, And her voice became a lantern as they crossed the twilight land. She faced an Unseelie whisper with no power but her name, Yet her courage held like iron, and the dark withdrew in shame. (Pre‑Chorus) And the wind carried softly, through the branches bending low, “Every step you take in darkness is a step toward where you’ll glow.” (Chorus) Oh, her light went quiet, but her heart still beat with fire, And the path to rise again was carved by courage, not desire. Though the shadows pressed around her and the night refused to part, She would earn her light by kindness, by the strength within her heart. For a Faerie’s glow is deeper than the shine the world can see — It is born of love and mercy, and the will of who she’ll be. (Bridge — The Revelation) On a cliff above the ocean where the ancient spirits roam, She heard the truth within her like a song calling her home. Her light was never stolen — it had only lost its way, For her light was forged in trials, and it bore her truest name. She stood tall in her radiance, no longer lost or small — A Faerie born of darkness who had learned to rise from fall. (Final Chorus — Fully Restored) Oh, her light shines brighter for the shadows she has known, A beacon for the weary and the lost who walk alone. Every kindness, every struggle, every tear she dared to face Has become the fire within her, burning with a sacred grace. For a Faerie’s glow is not a gift — it’s a promise she must make, To rise again in courage every time her heart may break. Now her wings blaze through the twilight, and the night itself takes flight — For the Faerie who once faltered has become the Keeper of the Light.
