Obsidian static, the puppet master. (Verse 1) The crevice opens like a silent, dusty lung Air thick with minerals and a thousand forgotten years I'm rappelling down the sheer black into a chasm's memory My boots crunch on shattered polymer No sound but the suit's respiration But the stillness is a stage The jagged walls, they lean in now (Refrain) The Paraknowing a cold spike of dread at the base of the skull It’s not a thought, it’s a wave Static buzz. Who's the puppet and who is the master? High-tensile wires disappear into the light The tightening the silent pull above the gully (Verse 2) The godly face, brittle stone work It emerges, eyes blank and unseeing But it broadcasts a sharp spike of loss and profound love My logic stutters, snagging on the input An effigy , a sentinel or just a mirror I turn and see the audience waiting Small, white figures, balanced stone totems They are all part of it (Verse 3) The strings pass through my wrist Not from me, but through...
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Elara's Virgil: Eyes of Fire
Verse 1:
Elara stands in shadows deep, an alley's maze where secrets seep.
The lamps they flicker, casting spells, in a city where old sorrows dwell.
With eyes that blaze through night’s despair, she holds the weight of history's care.
Chorus:
In the heart of the city, where darkness falls,
Elara walks, heedless to the calls.
A guardian bold, with destiny's chain,
To protect the lost, through joy and pain.
Verse 2:
Elara roams through ancient streets, where cobblestones beneath her feet,
Echo tales of times long gone, in the moon's pale, ghostly dawn.
Her strength, a beacon in the gloom, her spirit, defies the looming doom.
Chorus:
In the heart of the city, where darkness falls,
Elara walks, heedless to the calls.
A guardian bold, with destiny's chain,
To protect the lost, through joy and pain.
Verse 3:
In the whispers of the night, Elara’s steps are bold, upright.
Description:
Elara standing in a dark, gritty alleyway, looking determined and fierce. The alley is dimly lit by flickering streetlights, capturing the tense and dramatic essence of a Greek tragedy.
A powerful image of Elara, a fierce urban guardian, patrolling the ancient city at night. The scene is filled with shadows and historic buildings under a glowing moon, reflecting her strength and determination.
The opening verse introduces Elara as she walks through the shadowy streets of the ancient city at night, her fate intertwined with her duty to protect.
Lyrics:
In the heart of the city, where shadows loom,
Elara walks, beneath the moon.
Guardian strong, with a fate so dire,
Bound to protect, with hearts on fire.
Keywords:
Elara, urban guardian, city at night, shadows, ancient buildings, glowing moon, strong, determined, protector, Greek tragedy night patrol, heart of the city, shadows loom, beneath the moon, guardian strong, fate,
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Elara, a fierce urban guardian, walking in the heart of the city at night, surrounded by shadows and ancient buildings under a glowing moon.
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