Whoopsie Wednesday: Flames of Fortune
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Greetings, listeners! As is customary for Whoopsie Wednesday, (a segment I still question the sanity of), I present to you a song that didn't make it into the final take of The Golden Pail. Nevertheless, Persephone seemed to think that it was a work worthy of a swoon. So, against my better judgment, (because she really should be saying this about my singing instead of our nephew, Hephaestus's), I'll allow this contentious piece to grace my feed as though it's her personal divine jukebox. If it weren't for the fact that she and I haven't seen much of each other owing to my recording marathon, I might actually have had the strength to overrule her.
[Verse 1]
Oh, Tempest, my friend, I stand here alone,
Betrayed by the whispers of a heart turned to stone.
The feather I carried, the light it once cast,
Now burns like the fire of a shadowy past.
[Chorus]
Let the flames rise high, let them lick at my skin,
For I have no fear of the fire within.
If my heart stays true and my spirit stays free,
Then the flames of fortune will bow down to me.
[Verse 2]
Through forests I wandered, through kingdoms I roamed,
Each trial a lesson, each challenge a home.
A bird’s golden song, a horse wild and proud,
Now I face my end ‘neath this gathering crowd.
[Chorus]
Let the flames rise high, let them lick at my skin,
For I have no fear of the fire within.
If my heart stays true and my spirit stays free,
Then the flames of fortune will bow down to me.
[Bridge]
Oh, Allah, my guide, if you hear me this day,
Grant me the strength to keep fear at bay.
Let the truth rise above all the venom and lies,
Let justice find wings and take to the skies.
[Final Chorus]
Let the flames rise high, let them rage and ignite,
For I am a beacon, a spark in the night.
With my heart staying true and my spirit set free,
The flames of fortune will bow down to me!
[Outro]
Oh, Tempest, my friend, I stand here alone,
But the fire is nothing to a heart made of stone.