A song written for/by my Academy of Eblana character, Zheeta. Recorded on my phone, so the quality isn't stellar, but a few people asked could they learn it; this should help hopefully.

Lyrics:

We are the fae folk, singers of songs
Tellers of tales or wielders of wands
Changing our faces, hiding our truths
Centuries old, yet shrouded in youth

Once a collectors piece, now to be feared;
The strength of our voices, sought and revered
Tremble and bow, for once we were cowed
But now is our turn to shine and be proud

For our spring will not come while this chorus rings true
And the end of division brings chances anew
We need no owners, keepers nor Sidhe;
Our lives are our own, and our voices are free

So spare me your tears; we are winter, cold forged
Spare me your grief, we are steel, we are gold

Give me your love, make it wild, uncontrolled
Give me your touch; make it harsh, make it bold

For we are the fae; honest, sincere
Look through the surface, see past your fear
We sing so sweet, gifting our guile
Come, sit down here, join for a while...

Fae Folk

A piece written off the back of a flippant comment and a not so flippant nickname for my LT character from a friend. Feedback gratefully received, as it's a WIP and I'm not entirely happy with it.

Lyrics:

The Queen of Hearts was smiling
The path for once was clear;
And all upon it bowing
Her love all they held dear

The Ace of Spades did follow
His worship plain to see
Yet all around were watching
For the day he'd turn and flee

For a joker was dancing
Prancing,
Romancing

But the ace was steadfast
To the last
Solid cast

The Joker threw no shadow
And yet his net grew wide
The Queen she stepped so dainty
Dancing, dodging wide (skillful strides)

For the Queen, she knew the rhythm
Her courtiers, not so well
And as the Joker planned it
They fell into his spell

For the joker was quick,
Full of tricks,
Oh so slick,

And the ace how he tried
Yet he cried
Cast side

The Ace, he'd been so careful
And yet, the die was cast
The Joker was too subtle
The Ace, he was outclassed

And so the Ace did falter,
Just as the Queen did spin
The Joker waiting patient
To take his Queen to him

For the joker he was thriving,
Contriving,
Conniving

And the ace through his devotion
Was broken
Struck open

The Ace he tried to protest
But the net it closed around
And the Queen, she kept a dancing
Her Joker smiling, crowned

Now the Joker has his kingdom
The Queen she has her king
The Ace, he can do nothing
But of his sorrows sing..

For the Joker, he was clever
Such endeavours
Falter never

And the ace, when surveyed?
Well, a spades
Just a spade

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