The Verdant Avatar

[Intro – slow, resonant lute arpeggios like roots pushing through stone, distant thunder of hooves and wind through ancient boughs, building inexorably into storm] [Verse 1 – deep, commanding baritone, steady and unyielding like an oak in gale] They come from shadowed courts of glamour, from pits of flame and halls of hollow light, Fey whispers sharp as winter thorns, fiends in borrowed skins of false delight, Celestials cloaked in stolen stars, all turning hungry eyes upon the Green. But I have walked the oldest paths, and felt the first dawn break through me. [Verse 2 – voice hardens, lute strums deepen into heavy rhythmic drive] No glamour blinds the eyes the forest gave, no hellfire scorches roots that drink the rain, No heavenly decree can bend the bough that remembers every wound and every chain. They raise their blades against the living world, they poison well and twist the sacred song— I feel the Green rise through my veins, and know that I have waited far too long. [Chorus – full, righteous power, voice soaring with layered echoes of wind and rustling leaves] I am the avatar, the thorn, the root, the light! The Green flows through this mortal frame tonight! Let fey and fiend and fallen star draw near— The forest wards its own, and I am here. No pact, no promise, no false divine right can stand before the wrath of living might. The Green demands its reckoning— I am the spear, the shield, the wrath beckoning! [Bridge – half-time, voice drops to a reverent growl, single sustained low lute note with rising choral hum of forest voices] Turn upon yourselves, you faithless ones, let glamour choke the tongue that spoke the lie, Let hellfire sear the hand that reached for green, let starlight burn the eyes that dared defy. The Ancients wake inside my blood— I speak their will, I walk their flood. [Final Chorus – explosive, triumphant, lute and voice at full force, every note ringing like sunlight breaking through canopy] I am the avatar, the thorn, the root, the light! The Green flows through this mortal frame tonight! Fey scatter, fiends unravel, celestials fall— The forest claims its own and ends it all! No mercy for the ones who harm the bloom, no quarter for the thieves who steal the womb. The Green demands its reckoning— And through these hands… the Green has won. [Outro – slow fade back to intro motif, lute softening into gentle leaf-rustle and birdsong, final whispered vow] The corruption fades… The boughs remember. The Green endures. I endure.