The Cloak of Coin and Flame (Remastered)

[Verse 1] She came from the halls where the stonefolk sing, A child with scales and a dragon’s wing. They gave her a ledger, a hammer, a name, And taught her the worth of coin and flame. [Verse 2] Now Kyrani walks where the firelight bends, A keeper of coin and quiet amends. But tucked in her cloak, beneath thread and seam, Lies something that flickers between thought and dream. [Chorus] Hush, little flame, keep your wings tucked tight— The road is long and the stars are bright. The purse may jingle, or silence remain, But secrets ride easy by wagon or train. [Verse 3] A white hare of mischief with nimble delight, Tossed a stone, made a scene, then was gone from sight. Three silvers were missing—she counted them twice— And searched through the wilds as if chasing mice. [Verse 4] And sometimes, just sometimes, at edge of the eye, A shimmer of scales might slither or fly. Companions all blink and swear it was smoke— But none dare ask what sleeps under her cloak. [Chorus – softer] Hush, little flame, keep your wings tucked tight— The fire is safe in the arms of night. The tale isn’t over, nor trust fully grown, But she guards what is hers like the gold she’s known. [Outro – spoken] “So if you see sparks when no fire’s been lit, Mind your silver... and don’t ask where it went.”