Misty Falls Tunes and Performances

A God Once Sang

*as sung by Sheighley Flynn*

People do call you tears weeping from the sky
But it's not fair to think the heavens just up and cry
A god once sang that you're a sign of love falling
I agree and know that you presage Firehair come a-calling

But even more you save us, controlling deadly fire
The worst will not come to pass, even seeming the most dire
And further, could you aid us, and bring to a halt
The damage to our lands, caused by horrid poisoned salt

You're too persistent, too uncommon, to think "it's just the weather"
I know it's little, your individual weight is really like a feather
But who does send you? Who can think so very far ahead?
Who can give such lively succor?  Or else we'd flee in dread?

The mysteries baffle me, I can't fathom who does call you down
I must admit, I'm more inclined, to go out and shed my gown
And dance in revel, wild and free, letting you run upon my skin
And know that finally, you shall end and leave me with a grin!

Sune's Choir

(as heard in the downstairs bar)

The rain seems endless, and the sky weeping tears
Is something that reinforces the darkness and the fears
Yet your arms around me soothe my fevered brow
And the honey of your lips restores me to the now

To some your name's a slander, venom and a curse
But when my ears do hear it, tis food for the poet's verse
Your smile leaves me bedazzled, pure white parting red
And I thank all the gods there are I spoke the words I said

Gilded locks of amber sweep along my skin making fire
And singing hymns about your beauty is the work of Sune's choir
Orbs of autumn's cloudless depths, the purest lightest blue
I do adore them, twinkling bright, that clearly piercing hue

Yet all this cannot compare to certain landscape views
Examining peaks, admiring valleys, tis difficult to choose
Still there is one boon you've yet to grant, and I'm not trying to amuse
I've not yet had the opportunity to look at all your shoes!

Elektra both laughs and cries.

"Always Silver"

as sung by Sheighley Flynn at the Moonlight Masque

There's emeralds, there's rubies
There's sapphires with stars
There's gold, heavy and soft
That's started many wars
But the lass of the dance
She of the musical name
Will always be sweet silver
Adorned with loud acclaim

Her past it is a distance
Yet a swift pain in her eyes
There was a song of beauty
And one of poisoned lies
A love for all the ages
And a bounty of blessing
Yet an ending oh-so tragic
Spirit crushing and depressing

Yet on and on she travels
Not flagging, undeterred
Creating for other ears
Beauty of dance and word
She loves to be surprising
And is always dressed in lace
But all she does is wondrous
And always done with grace!

(for Lia)