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This is from Wyatt's prospective. This song is based on chapter 46 part 6 of the Black Ship written by Ekhidnawritez. You can listen to that chapter in this channel ‪@scifistories1977‬ . When the Drazzan gets burned. I wanted to try something new, so I made this.

Lyrics:

(Verse 1 – The Memory)
I was nine years old when I learned how monsters eat.
Not with roaring mouths or claws, but with a quiet, gentle beat.
They hung my friends up by their feet, like meat inside a shop.
And Miss Karla’s head… she watched me, from the tabletop.

They didn’t scream. They didn’t rage. They didn’t even care.
Just pretty petals, shifting colors, in that bloody, red-lit air.
And a noble sold us all that day, to save his noble skin.
A trade of children for a life… a game he had to win.

(Chorus – The Vow)
And I made a vow inside that vent, where the shadows held their breath.
Not a vow of hate or rage… but a colder kind of death.
I wouldn’t scream. I wouldn’t cry. I’d just remember well.
And one day, I would give them back… their very own version of hell.

(Verse 2 – The Soldier)
They called me “Lying Wyatt” when I told them what I’d seen.
Gave the killer medals, made him governor, washed the whole thing clean.
So I built my heart from ship’s plate, and my soul from cockpit glass.
And I waited for the moment… for the long, slow time to pass.

I flew for a Princess, fought for a Prince, killed men in traitor’s clothes.
But every time I closed my eyes… I smelled that bloody nose.
Not the blood of men… the other smell. The compost-stink of dread.
The smell of things that think of us as something to be fed.

(Chorus – The Focus)
So I kept my vow inside that heart, made of ship’s plate and of steel.
Not a vow of hate or rage… just a mission that was real.
I wouldn’t rest. I wouldn’t break. I’d just remember well.
And one day, I would give them back… their very own version of hell.

(Bridge – The Moment)
Years turned to dust, and then… we found them.
Growing in their garden-ship, so fat and full and proud.
We drew their fighters out and broke them, left their fleet in ruins on the ground.
And then we turned our eyes down… to the nest upon the planet’s face.
A great big, blooming, ugly nest… right there, in that green place.

We didn’t send down soldiers first. We didn’t need the fight.
We just… sent down a gift for them. A little kiss of light.
A drop pod full of “thank you” notes, a railgun’s whispered sigh…
And we hit something deep inside them… something even they couldn’t dry.

(Verse 3 – The Fire)
It started as a flower… a bright and blooming fire-flower in the sky.
Then it ate the sky.
It turned the air to hunger, and the ground to screaming coal.
And from up here in the black… I watched it take its toll.

I saw them run. Those pretty-petal things. Those quiet, gentle feeders.
Suddenly not so quiet, as they became the bleeders.
Running from a wall of flame that moved so fast and fat…
A wildfire wearing sunlight, in a bright and burning hat.

(Chorus – The Release)
And I felt my vow break open, in my chest of ship’s plate and steel.
And it wasn’t cold or quiet now… this feeling was so real.
I didn’t rest. I finally broke. And I remembered so damn well.
‘Cause right there, on that screen… I saw their version of hell.

(Outro – The Laugh)
And I laughed.
(A single, choked chuckle, then silence for two beats.)
I laughed.
(The guitar stops. Only the crackling fire remains.)
It started in my stomach, a rotten, rusty sound.
And it climbed up through my ribs… and it wouldn’t stay down.
It came out like a bark… like a sob… like a dying thing set free.
“BURN!” I told the screen. “BURN, JUST LIKE YOU BURNED THEM FOR ME!”

Do you see, Miss Karla?
Wisto? Waldaya? Tem?
Do you see the pretty colors now?
(Voice breaks, equal parts tears and triumph.)
They’re burning just for you.
They’re burning just for them.

Thanks for Listening.
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