Song was not just a frivolity then, something meant to entertain or lure sailors to their doom…magic flowed through all of them, a song no mortal could hear.
Leigh Bardugo, The Severed Moon (A Year-Long Journal of Magic)
A song of wonder, there was a rhyme that uplifted the wind and how no mortal could not see it.
A song of joy, there was a melody that meddled around their laughter and how no mortal could not hear it.
A song of curiosity, there was a symphony that dwelled over each choice they made and still how no mortal could not see the lingering fate.
A song of admiration, there was a chant that appeared each time the mortal rose out of fall and how they could not hear it.
A song of melancholy, there was a chime that absorbed into the veins when they cried out of despair and still how no mortal could not see it.
A song of life, lyrical of celestial dust left in the awakening of universe. A ballad who doesn’t have the end nor its beginning.
A song of hope, a song no mortal could see nor hear. A true song that could only be felt.
Ae Astra 