Songs

Ballard of the Mudborn

(Verse 1)

In the hear of the bog, where shadows dance,

A diety stirs-a mire's ancient trance.

Mud-clad and cryptic, its essence unfurls,

To the bard's eager ear, it whispers and swirls.

(Verse 2)

Oh, Mudborn, Oozing Muse,

From your murky depths, our songs infuse.

In silt and silence, we find our refrain,

Ballards of muck, where magic remains.

Song credited to Lyra Starstrider

(A mournful, ethereal tune)

Oh, Sun, with wings of golden light, 

A mournful vision, a wondrous sight. 

You soar above, a lonely sphere, 

Aching for love, a longing near.

Your heir, a star, so pure and bright, 

Extinguished now, a mournful plight. 

With heavy heart, you yearn to land, 

To join your love, hand in hand.

A shared sorrow, a bond so deep, 

A love unrelenting, a promise to keep. 

Together, you'll mourn, a tragic crime, 

A parent's grief, a mournful chime.

But still you soar, a captive sight, 

A bound soul, forever wishing for night. 

Awaiting a lost twilight, a lover's kiss, 

A chance to land, a moment's bliss.

Oh, Sun, keep soaring, a mournful sight, 

Aching for love, a darkened night. 

Until the day, you'll touch the ground, 

And find solace, love profound.

credited to Lyra Starstrider