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Lives of Vexis

[Verse 1] In the age when the red moons burned And the gods spoke less than they once had learned There walked a bard with a borrowed name— Vexis Nightshade, of quiet fame No crown she wore, no path she kept She sang for those who woke… or wept And every road, both lost and found— Would bend itself toward her sound [Refrain] Oh sing, Vexis, sing again— For hearts that break and rise again Let every life and every shade— Be carried in the song you made [Verse 2] She found a hill no map would keep Where silence ran too still, too deep Black trees bowed and the air stood thin— As if the world forgot that place within She sat where none had sung before And gave the silence something more A song of lives she’d never known— And grief that felt like not her own [Refrain] Oh sing, Vexis, sing again— For hearts you’ve lost and found again Let every voice and life you’ve played— Be buried in the song you made [Verse 3] The stone it shone, the wind it spoke And something deep within her woke Not flame, not light, not death, not breath— But something… waiting after death For when she fell, as all must do The world did not forget her tune She rose again, as she had been— A younger face… the same within [Refrain] Oh sing, Vexis, sing again— For every life that ends again Let every name and mask you’ve worn— Be lost each time that you’re reborn [Verse 4] A queen in gold, a thief in chains A lover lost in quiet rains A voice that soothed a war to sleep— A fire that burned a city deep She’s been them all, and none remain But echoes drifting through her name And every song she leaves behind— Is one more ghost within her mind [Bridge] And when the moon is veiled from sight And stars refuse their watchful light That’s when the world will lose her trace— And give her yet another face [Verse 5] A child once asked, with curious eyes “If Vexis lives… or only lies?” An old one smiled, with knowing breath— And hummed a tune that tasted… like death [Final Refrain] Oh sing, Vexis… sing again… For you will live… and lose again… And when all names and selves have frayed— You’ll still remain… …the song you made… [Outro] A voice in wind… a thread in time… A borrowed soul… a borrowed rhyme…