As she adorns herself in music, in the melodies of her every cry and whisper, she calms the land. 

 

She calms the rustling leaves, disturbed and anxious by the howling wind. 

 

She calms the threatening yells of men, unfulfilled and in need of the love they’re begged to give.

 

The little girls, bound to a destiny already decided for them, are soothed by her song.

 

The Gift is what they call her with adoring eyes. 

 

The Demon is what they scream on the final chorus, as the unwavering and emotionless silence returns with no warning nor mercy.