Against Story-Tellers: A Song of Distant Light

 

- Frame One -

Introduction - The Tide

Drifting on the tides of history,

They saw me lost, a fragile mystery.

Verse 1 - The Ocean Fishers

They came to give, to bend my frame,

But left their dreams inside my flame.

Simple fishers of the deep blue sea,

Casting nets but caught by me.

Bound and drained, they fade away,

Just simple lives I cast astray.

Verse 2 - Consuming Souls

No ordinary catch upon their cold wooden floor,

I dragged them down to the ocean floor.

Their vital breath, their fleeting souls I consumed,

To feed the eternal dark where they lie entombed.

Chorus - Enter The Thief

But then he fell into my web,

A desperate thief against the ebb!

Singing of worlds I've never known,

Fighting the dark to claim his own.

Instrumental Bridge - The Wanderer

Verse 3 - The Seven Stories Told

No simple sailor of the salt and breeze,

This wanderer came to make my heartbeat freeze.

Adept at stories, weaver of the ancient lies,

He promised seven wonders under changing skies.

Verse 4 - Tuesday and Wednesday

On Tuesday he sang of Icelandic cold,

Of Fenrir the wolf and how Týr grew bold.

By breaking his word, unleashing the wild,

A god of sheer justice by chaos defiled.

On Wednesday he dove to the Arctic deep,

Where bone girl lay in her frozen sleep.

A fisher dragged her skeleton from the bay,

And through their great risk they saved the day.

Verse 5 - Thursday and Friday

On Thursday he brought me to southern soil,

Of Currendelella and mortal toil.

Facing our death, do not lose your way,

Just follow the seeds in the wind today.

On Friday he told of a colonial night,

How Dawes and Patyegarang fought for what's right,

A bond of language that shattered the chains,

And broke down the laws of slavery's pains.

Verse 6 - Saturday and Sunday

On Saturday he wept for Sigyn and Loki's fate,

Of the life they once held before the great hate.

On Sunday he sang of the Salem fear,

Where shadows of witches brought hysteria near,

But a few brave souls stood tall in the light,

Against the dark terror of the puritan night.

Verse 7 - The Theft on Monday

But Monday arrived with a quiet grace,

A softer gaze upon his weary face.

He told me the tale of how he stole my hand,

A mere storytelling thief in this watery land.

Without sword or spell, he captured the sea,

A storyteller's trap... he had stolen me.

Chorus - The Tide Turns

And now I am caught in his beautiful web,

No longer the siren against the dark ebb!

Singing of worlds I have finally known,

Yielding the dark, he has claimed his own!

Wrap - Captive Heart

He twists, he fights...

A song of distant lights...

He stole the sea...

- Frame Two -

Introduction - The Quiet Current

Floating softly through the stream of years,

A fragile myth in the deep, beyond the fears.

Verse 1 - The Sea Fishers

They came seeking fish but left their hearts behind,

Simple sailors, with nothing else to find.

Casting wide nets into my endless blue,

Entangled by a song they never knew.

Into the quiet grey, their memories dissolve,

Lost in the currents that the depths resolve.

Verse 2 - Gathering Souls

No mortal catch upon their weathered deck,

I drew them down, a silent, fading wreck.

Their final words, their fleeting spirits stayed,

In the starlit dark where my deep tides played.

Chorus - The Wanderer

But then he stumbled down into my net,

A clever traveler I would not forget!

Singing of skies I had never seen before,

Holding his ground on my kingdom's floor.

Instrumental Bridge - A Shift In Wind

Verse 3 - Myth Weaver

No ordinary soul of the salt and wind,

This wandering poet had my heart pinned.

A master of tales, spinning ancient gold,

With seven great wonders waiting to unfold.

He spoke of wonders past my underwater wall,

Of heavenly realms where the meteors fall.

Verse 4 - North Wind Stories

On Tuesday he told of northern frost,

And how a trickster's pride was nearly lost.

By breaking an oath, the beasts broke free,

Chained in the mount by divine decree.

On Wednesday he dove to the freezing sea,

Revealing a skeletal mystery.

A brave fisher found her on the ocean bed,

And put to rest all the fears she bred.

Verse 5 - Southern Soil and Freedom

On Thursday his voice brought the southern sun,

Where a mortal struggle had just begun.

When shadows fall, do not lose your light,

Scatter the seeds through the fading night.

On Friday he sang of a starlit shore,

Where two different paths met forevermore,

In words of peace that would break the chains,

And wash away all the ancient pains.

Verse 6 - Love and Trial

On Saturday he wept for a goddess' pain,

Holding back venom in the dark domain.

On Sunday he sang of a fearful town,

Where innocent hearts were hunted down,

But truth survived through the darkest fright,

Standing like beacons in the puritan night.

Verse 7 - The Theft on Monday

Then Monday arrived with a softer hand,

A quiet look on this shifting sand.

He whispered the truth, how he came to steal,

A thief of stories, whose words were real.

Without any weapons, he claimed the tide,

A poet's spell... and I'm here inside.

Chorus - The Tide Rebuilt

And now I am caught in his beautiful song,

No longer the monster who did them wrong!

Singing of wonders I have finally known,

Yielding my dark, he has claimed his own!

Outro - Ocean Peace

He holds the sea...

A wondrous tale...

He rescued me...

c. DarkAelf 2026, Music video in preparation

From the story Freyja