[Verse 1] Silver river of hair in the midnight hush, Leather shadows that drink the glow, Brass like fallen stars on her breathing chest, Every buckle a story no one knows. Cyan embers alive in a hunter’s gaze, Cutting clean through the forest veil, Pale skin catching the ghosts of light, Blue and green on a porcelain trail. [Pre-Chorus] Every heartbeat counts like a distant drum, Every branch is a blade half-drawn. She is standing on the edge of myth, Where the beauty and the danger are one. [Chorus] Cyan eyes in moss and fire, Holding still while the world draws near, In the glow where the roots conspire, She is quiet, she is made of fear. In the hush where the cold light shivers, Every shadow is a sharpened choice, Armor sings with a thousand rivers, But the forest listens for her voice. [Verse 2] Bioluminescent veins in the twisted bark, Fungal lanterns that stain the air, Moths like drifting runes in the frozen dark, Tracing sigils through silver hair. Darkened leather embraces every scar, Etched brass catching a silent flame, Tiny emblem by her guarded heart, Carved with blood and an older name. [Pre-Chorus] One hand resting on a sleeping storm, Fingers coiled on the promise of steel, One hand tasting the trembling air, Parted, reading what roots conceal. [Chorus] Cyan eyes in moss and fire, Holding still while the world draws near, In the glow where the roots conspire, She is quiet, she is made of fear. In the hush where the cold light shivers, Every shadow is a sharpened choice, Armor sings with a thousand rivers, But the forest listens for her voice. [Bridge] She breathes with the undergrowth, slow, unseen, Like mist through the teeth of the trees. Above, the darkness leans down to hear, Below, the pale roots seize. A myth with her back to the living night, A blade in the palm of a dream. The beauty is the snare, the venom, the shrine, And she walks on the edge of its gleam. [Chorus] Cyan eyes in moss and fire, Holding calm over coiled alarms, In the glow where the roots conspire, She is thunder wrapped in folded arms. In the hush where the cold light shivers, Where the danger wears a lover’s face, Every breath that her stillness delivers Is a vow to this luminous, lethal place.
