Abaya of the flame

(Verse 1 – low and steady, like distant thunder)
She stood where mountains bleed with flame,
Abaya Brenton, forged in pain.
The eldest flame, the fiercest heart,
The final light when all fell dark.
She watched the skies go cold and still,
Her kin cut down against their will.
Earth and water, air undone—
And fire burned alone, but none would run.
(Chorus – fiery, mournful, strong)
Oh, Great Abaya, hear our cry,
You faced the dark and would not die.
Until the blade struck silent breath,
You danced with fire, you laughed at death.
With Flame, your dragon, circling high,
You scorched the stars across the sky.
Now in the mountain’s heart you lie—
The flame that would not bow.
(Verse 2 – urgent, pulsing with heat)
Twenty thousand fell to dust,
By hands that burned for what was just.
But grief, it cracked her like a stone,
To know she fought the dark alone.
Then Blagden came with death in hand,
And met the fire he could not stand.
They clashed where molten rivers roared,
The mountain shook, the heavens soared.
(Chorus – bolder, echoing like a war chant)
Oh, Great Abaya, hear our cry,
You faced the dark and would not die.
Until the blade struck silent breath,
You danced with fire, you laughed at death.
With Flame, your dragon, circling high,
You scorched the stars across the sky.
Now in the mountain’s heart you lie—
The flame that would not bow.
(Bridge – quiet, reverent)
A throne of stone, a crown of ash,
She sat as life began to pass.
And Flame curled close, his wings grown still,
Together bound by fate and will.
(Final Chorus – powerful, soaring)
Oh, Great Abaya, still you rise,
In every blaze, in every cry.
The fire lives, it never dies,
It lingers still in battle’s eyes.
So carve her name in stone and vow—
To never kneel, to never bow.
She burned the dark, she kept her vow—
The flame that would not bow.

Dark, fantasy, medieval, folk