[Verse I] In lands where the shadow dares not sleep, She rides through ash where roots still weep. A needle forged of silver vow, Pierces fate with furrowed brow. Bound not by grace, nor by the flame, She bears no title carved in fame. But Leda walks the path alone, Where gods fall silent on their throne. [Chorus] Oh Leda, blade of mourning steel, With heart unbroken, sworn to heal. You bleed for thrones not made for you, And guard a dream that none pursue. Through rot, through gold, through kings unmade, You walk the night with oath unswayed. Needle Knight, in dusk you gleam— A whisper lost in shadow’s dream. [Verse II] She speaks in frost, in flame-refrain, A hush of mercy wrapped in pain. One knight to thread the shattered lie, Beneath a cursed and broken sky. No glory waits at journey’s end, No hand to lift, no soul to mend. Yet still she walks with needle drawn, Through dusk till dawn, till all is gone. [Bridge] Her banner torn, her eyes like glass, She bears the weight none else would pass. A secret locked beneath her gaze— The world must end a thousand ways. [Final Chorus] Oh Leda, thorn of solemn grace, The last to stand in godless place. You chose the wound, you took the fall, And gave your name to duty’s call. So sleep not yet, O silver thread, For stories live though knights lie dead. Needle Knight, eternal flame— A spark that sings through ash and name.
