Velvet Words, Iron Will

[Intro - Sparse piano, low cello, intimate room] [Instrumental, four bars] [Spoken Intro - Mature low British feminine voice, calm and dry] Good evening, darling. I see you've brought me another extraordinary problem. How thoughtful of you. Do sit down. I'll handle it. [Verse 1 - Silky low contralto, measured singing] A velvet word, an iron hand, A quiet strength to take command. Through ancient halls and silver rain, I meet the darkness once again. [Chorus - Low, controlled, warm authority; no belting] I need no crown, I need no throne, My steady voice shall be my own. With emerald eyes and silver grace, I'll meet the storm and hold my place. [Spoken Bridge - Dry sarcasm, playful confidence] Oh, sweetheart. You call that a disaster? I've survived centuries of far worse. Though I must admit... Your talent for chaos is rather impressive. [Final Refrain - Low intimate singing, gentle strength] A velvet word, an iron will, When all grows dark, I'll guide you still. [Spoken Outro - Warm, mischievous, precise British delivery] There we are, darling. Problem solved. Try not to create another before tea. [Instrumental outro - Soft cello and piano fade]