Thirteen Wraiths by Tony Gibbs
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Thirteen Wraiths

In the twilight, where the shadows play,
Lies a legend of old, in the sands of decay,
Thirteen Wraiths whisper through the night,
Guardians of secrets, hidden from sight.
With regal grace, they walk the land,
Beneath the stars, through dunes of golden sand.
Each carries an epithet, an ancient name,
Echoes of power, wrapped in their fame.

The battle drums are calling, hear their mournful sound,
As the wind stirs the echoes, in the desert ground.
Thirteen Wraiths, they weave the night,
Spectres of magic, preparing for the fight.
Oh, these warriors of shadows, ancient and wise,
Hungering for freedom under distant skies.

In the castle of sand where the warrior queens reign,
Their spirits entwined like an eternal chain.
Sovereigns of silence, they dance round the flame,
With whispers of honour, they’re more than a name.
In the distance, hear the drums, feel their might,
These shadows awaken to the pulse of the fight.

The battle drums are calling, hear their mournful sound,
As the wind stirs the echoes, in the desert ground.
Thirteen Wraiths, they weave the night,
Spectres of magic, preparing for the fight.
Oh, these warriors of shadows, ancient and wise,
Hungering for freedom under distant skies.

In times of chaos, they rise like the dawn,
From the depths where the light has been drawn.
Guardians of peace, yet fierce with despair,
Call upon their presence, if you dare.

So gather your courage, embrace the night air,
Feel the warmth of their power, its weight you must bear.
They stand in the shadows, the heroes so bold,
The Thirteen Wraiths, a saga untold.

The battle drums are calling, hear their mournful sound,
As the wind stirs the echoes, in the desert ground.
Thirteen Wraiths, they weave the night,
Spectres of magic, preparing for the fight.

So let the drums resonate through the hallowed night,
For the Thirteen Wraiths stand ready to ignite.
From the heart of the desert, their legend will rise,
Eternal in time, beneath the vast skies.
Eternal in time.

Thirteen Wraiths performed by Joni Felix

The Whisperer of Reeds by Tony Gibbs
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The Whisperer of Reeds

In the stillness of the twilight, where the shadows softly creep,
A tale of the Whisperer stirs from the depths of sleep.
Like desert reeds she sways gently beneath the silver glow,
Her voice a whispered prophecy, a truth few ever know.

With hair like the golden wheat, and eyes that reflect the skies,
A guardian of the secrets that the wild wind only sighs.
She walks through gentle valleys, where the river bends and sways,
While the nightingale sings her songs of love and of the days.

Oh, call her the Whisperer, in her arms the world is still,
She breathes the ancient stories, of the forest, field, and hill.
Hushed tones of nature’s melody fill the air with grace,
As she dances with the moonlight in this sacred, timeless place.

With every sway and every turn, she feels the echoes of time,
Not the steel and fire calling out in a distant chime.
While dark clouds gather ’bove her and tempests clash and burn,
Still she whispers to the grasses, for the world will yet return.

In her heart the winds are howling, in her soul the thunder speaks,
But the gentleness of nature flows through her like river creeks.
Though shadows can be daunting, and the night may seem to reign,
She stands firm, the Whisperer, through the joy and through the pain.

Her kin may feel the tremors of the chaos drawing near,
Yet she listens to the stories that the ancient spirits hear.
In the flicker of the starlight, she can see the paths unfold,
A future painted bright with hope, amidst the tales grown old.

Oh, call her the Whisperer, in her arms the world is still,
She breathes the ancient stories, of the forest, field, and hill.
Hushed tones of nature’s melody fill the air with grace,
As she dances with the moonlight in this sacred, timeless place.

As the dawn approaches, casting gold upon her face,
She embraces all the moments, in this delicate embrace.
For like the reeds that sway and bend, she knows the strength of grace,
And though the steel and fire may come to take her kin,
The whispers of the reeds will always carry hearts within.

So sing, oh Whisperer, in your hushed and gentle tone,
For the tales of yesterday shall never stand alone.
In the echo of the shadows, in the light of morning’s glow,
May your wisdom guide the way, where the desert reeds do flow.

The Whisperer of Reeds performed by Joni Felix featuring Martin McGregor

The Watcher in Smoke by Tony Gibbs
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The Watcher in Smoke performed by Joni Felix

The Circle Keeper by Tony Gibbs
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The Circle Keeper 

In the twilight, where the shadows play,
She dances through the whispers, leading the way.
A moonlit figure, her grace unconfined,
The Circle Keeper, with a heart intertwined.
Floating in ritual orbits, lost in her art,
Bound to the castle, the roots of her heart.
Timeless as stone, in the cool evening air,
Guarded by spirits, an ethereal flare.

She, the Circle Keeper, with eyes of deep blue,
Cradled by guardians, in each ancient hue.
While the war drums are beating, she remains still,
Within the stronghold, she dances at will.

Beneath the deep dunes, the echoes arise,
Whispers of conflict beneath starlit skies.
But she's wrapped in the magic that nighttime bestows,
Her laughter like silver, where the wildflower grows.
Ghosts of the past move through her dark tresses,
Old tales, like rivers, find peace in their presses.
As her fingers caress the cool stones aglow,
The Circle Keeper breathes, where the soft breezes flow.

She, the Circle Keeper, with eyes of deep blue,
Cradled by guardians, in each ancient hue.
While the war drums are beating, she remains still,
Within the stronghold, she dances at will.

Oh, the winds they will carry her whispers away,
To lands where the sun pours gold and clay.
In the hearts of the wanderers, her stories unveil,
As the waves crash upon them, like a soft, soothing veil.
Through valleys and mountains, her spirit does roam,
Guiding the lost ones who long for a home.

With each passing season, the tale grows anew,
Of the Circle Keeper, with her vision so true.
In the roots of the castle, she nurtures the flame,
Teaching the children to whisper her name.
So when the moon rises and the stars start to gleam,
Know that she's watching, like a sentinel's dream.
A timeless protector, a keeper of light,
The Circle Keeper dances, through the magical night.

She, the Circle Keeper, with eyes of deep blue,
Cradled by guardians, in each ancient hue.
While the war drums are beating, she remains still,
Within the stronghold, she dances at will.

So remember her story when shadows arise,
For in her soft presence, the true magic lies.
With the war drums a-thundering, she won’t fade away,
The Circle Keeper dances, forever she'll stay.

The Circle Keeper performed by Joni Felix

The Bride of Silence by Tony Gibbs
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The Bride of Silence

In candlelight’s glow, she sways through the haze,
A delicate night, her shadow ablaze.
The walls breathe her name, the stillness replies,
A ghost in the quiet, a raging storm in her eyes.

Every motion, a vow reborn,
Every silence, a love forlorn.

Oh, bride of silence, wrapped in the night,
Each swirl of her gown takes delicate flight.
The watchers keep vigil, their hearts on fire,
Where silence reveals her truth and desire.

Stars bear witness, the dark turns to gold,
A longing remembered, a hand left to hold.
Her laughter, a tremor that wakes castle stones,
She dances through echoes, never alone.

Every heartbeat, a world reformed,
Every whisper, a soul transformed.

Oh, bride of silence, wrapped in the night,
Each swirl of her gown takes delicate flight.
The watchers keep vigil, their hearts on fire,
Where silence reveals her truth and desire.

Out of her slumber, the world is turning,
Out of the silence, new passions are burning.
Her spirit ascends, her fate reborn,
The bride of silence, the calm before the storm.

Oh, bride of silence, rise from the deep,
Awakening hearts the shadows keep.
The siege of her heart ignites once more
She dances in stillness, she dances for war.

Let her move freely, her heart takes wing,
In spaces of stillness, love now sings.
To the bride of silence, a flame remains,
Eternal, eternal—her hush sustains.

The Bride of Silence performed by Joni Felix

The Silent Regent by Tony Gibbs
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The Silent Regent

The banners burn beyond the dunes,
Steel and thunder bring only doom.
Warrior Queens, their vows are sworn,
To guard the hearts of all first born.

Silent Regent, hold your ground,
Your name unites and resounds.
While blood and death flood the plain,
Your stillness leads us, in our last refrain.

Within the walls of ash and gold,
You watch a world where stories unfold.
Your face unchanged by grief or flames,
We gladly die to keep your eternal name.

Silent Regent, hold your ground,
Your name unites and resounds.
While blood and death flood the plain,
Your stillness leads us, in our last refrain.

Night will fall as the gates do too,
But fate still waits to summon you.
The storm that takes both queens and slaves,
We protect your crown, not save the brave.

Silent Regent, hold your ground,
Your name unites and resounds.
When swords are broken and voices fade,
Your reign endures — the price we pay.

Within high walls, untouched, alone,
She dreams upon her crumbling throne.
The war rages on, yet still she stays,
Her memory bound to endless days.

The Silent Regent performed by Joni Felix

Echoes in the Hall by Tony Gibbs
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Echoes in the Hall

No laughter climbs the stairs tonight,
No laughter climbs the stairs.

The empty cradle rocks,
Dying embers in the hearth.
Moonlight stains broken walls,
Uncertain memories recalled.

We are the breath beneath the door,
The watch that never sleeps.
Echoes, echoes along the hall,
The sound of footsteps as we weep.

The gate is cold, the banners cry,
Their names still drift through ash and sky.
Only we remain, a final stand,
To guard the spring, to guard the land.

O stones remember, O walls recall,
Ghosts and mothers, one and all.
Night shall rise, we shall not fall,
Echoes live within the hall.

We are the breath beneath the door,
The watch that never sleeps.
Echoes, echoes along the hall,
The sound of footsteps as we weep.

Still we guard the empty hall.
Echoes... echoes...
The empty hall...

Echoes in the Hall performed by Joni Felix

The Longest Night by Tony Gibbs
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The torches burn on broken bones,
Queens bravely fight, though half have gone.
Our banners torn, our voices low,
We face the dawn not all will know.

This is the longest night,
The longest night of all,
Our final prayers and vows,
The kingdom will not fall.
The kingdom must not fall.

The air is thick with smoke and flame,
No one knows who is to blame.
We dream of hands once soft and near,
Now doubts are all that we can hear.

This is the longest night,
The longest night of all,
Our final prayers and vows,
The kingdom will not fall.
The kingdom must not fall.

Tomorrow waits beyond the gate,
For those the dawn will consecrate.
If none remain, let songs recall
The queens who stood till shadows fall.

This is the longest night,
The longest night of all,
Our final prayers and vows,
The kingdom will not fall.
The kingdom must not fall.

The Longest Night performed by Joni Felix

Dawn by Tony Gibbs
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Dawn

Ash on the wind, the banners are torn,
Silence before the storm.
Footsteps echo in hollow halls,
Names of the fallen whispered on walls.
The desert breathes a ghostly sigh,
And every heart knows why.

Dawn, you cruel and golden flame,
You light the sky but not our shame.
We stand though the end is near,
For those we lost, we keep them here.
Dawn, remember our vow—
We fight, though the sun burns now.

Steel in hand, our eyes are dry,
No tears left to cry.
Shadows move where sisters bled,
The living walk beside the dead.
We count the drums beyond the dune,
And wait for death or noon.

Dawn, you cruel and golden flame,
You light the sky but not our shame.
We stand though the end is near,
For those we lost, we keep them here.
Dawn, remember our vow—
We fight, though the sun burns now.

If fate forgets our names,
Let sand and wind remain,
To tell how love and sorrow meet—
In the dust beneath our feet.

Dawn, you cruel and golden flame,
You light the sky but not our shame.
The gates are wide, the horns resound—
We ride until the sun goes down.

The desert wakes.
The gates swing wide.
The queens go forth—
And dawn divides.

Only dawn divides.

Dawn performed by Joni Felix

New Memories (duet) performed by David Brooke and Josie Roberts

UK songwriter. Featured songs have been produced thanks to the talent of Cadence Road, Ryan Arthur, Donna Hazelton, Esther O'Connor, Tim O'Connor, Graeme Duffin, Sandy Jones, John Harley Weston, Kim Copeland, Erin Caldwell, Rachel Williams, Tim Buppert, Pete Dymond, Marcie Summers, Stuart Brayson, Buddy Hyatt, Jim Hyatt, Brian Fullen, Glen Duncan, Bob Britt, Wayne Killius, James Mitchell, Doug Grieves, and Ray Curtis. 

All music and lyrics © Tony Gibbs unless shown otherwise. 

2025 onwards: use of Artificial Intelligence -
Lyrics and creative direction: Tony Gibbs.

All creative work is developed through a human-led process where AI acts as a drafting partner, not a replacement. My role is to provide the emotional truth, lived experience and artistic direction. AI is used only to accelerate exploration, not to author the final point of view.

Some songs have been developed using an AI-assisted creative workflow. Every idea, story and emotional direction originates from my lived experience and/or my own imagination. AI helped me shape structure, phrasing and flow — the final voice, choices and meaning are entirely mine.

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