The full version of my interpretation of Myla's song ("Bury my mother, pale and slight..."), based on the tune she hums. Sung by me (at 2am) (with a cold). I'm… actually pretty proud of how this turned out!
Context: When the city was condemned, were the miners still in Crystal Peak left outside? Did they wonder what happened to their families left within? Did they sing for them? For the knight and dreamers whose memorial they may once have seen? For the desperate hope for a brighter future? Even just a chance to mourn?
Additional Context: The really fun thing about rounds is how one by one the voices inevitably die off until there is only one remaining. :)
(I really didn't expect so many people to want to hear the whole thing! Many thanks to The Embraced One and Camellia Flingert on Youtube, whose recordings of Crystal Peak ambience provided the perfect background noise/pickaxes/ominous rumbling.)
[Chorus:]
None shall enter, none shall leave, the king has sealed our kin.
But we yet breathe, unite and grieve and sing for those within.
Gates will open; we take hope and mourn ‘till morning comes.
Soon the knight will bring the day – it’s this the crystal hums!
Oh, bury my mother, pale and slight,
Bury my father with his eyes shut tight,
Bury my sisters two by two,
And then when you're done, let's bury me too!
Oh, bury the knight with her broken nail,
Bury the lady, lovely and pale,
Bury the priest in his tattered gown,
Then bury the beggar with his shining crown!
[Chorus]
Oh, bury the traitor marred by pride,
Bury his daughter at her lover’s side,
Bury the sage and his sons all three,
But save by their grave a space for me!
Oh, bury the smith and his blood-soaked art,
Bury the writer with a broken heart,
Bury the fool with their shield stained red,
But ask them thrice to be sure that they are dead!
[Chorus]
[As a round]
Oh, bury the teacher in her hallowed hall,
Bury the watcher in his tower tall,
Bury the beast in her silken cave,
Then bury the one who dug their graves.
This started as a ditty to sing while chopping wood and ended with three separate ambience loops, boss scream cameos from the Radiance and the Crystal Guardian, and the realization that the official soundtrack has a perfectly good cover of someone going na-na-na to the tune of the main theme already, why not throw that into the chorus somewhere quietly while we're at it…
has anyone else ever had a fanfic that just... haunts them? like it's been months and maybe even years since you read it, but it just lingers with you and you can never truly leave behind the imprint it made on you? and maybe it's just a single line, one sentence that you can't shake off, that takes up residence in your mind and stays there, feeding into your psyche and subtly influencing your brainspace and maybe even your writing or other works?
question 2 my followers: what’s the most obscure piece of media you’ve ever developed a fixation with? not obscure as in “at one point had a reasonably thriving fandom that eventually faded” but something you feel you were almost entirely alone in your appreciation for
stormborns
pixelskylines
snowghoul
theartofmadeline
dailybridgerton
izzy806
annaxmalina
