The Blackmere Academy School Song

 

Canto I – The Forging of the Lake

Beneath the fog’s relentless veil,
Where clockwork reeds their secrets keep,
A craftsman forged a maiden pale,
From light distilled in water deep.

He wound her heart with copper thread,
And bound her voice to silver tone,
Until her eyes, though softly dead,
Reflected worlds not yet his own.

She woke beside the mirror’d shore—
Half soul, half artifice of grace—
And stilled the storm forevermore,
To guard the gate beneath that place.

Canto II – The Awakening

The gears within her breast did hum,
A pulse of tempered brass and fire;
Through hollow halls her echoes come,
As mortals dream of her empire.

The lake did shimmer—liquid glass—
And time itself forgot to turn;
The cogs of fate in water pass,
Where flesh and filament discern.

She spoke: “The door is ever wide,
But broken still the hinge of fate—
Seek not to walk from side to side,
Lest worlds in ruin integrate.”

Canto III – The Mechanist’s Prayer

A student of the hidden arts
Did beg her for the secret key—
He offered bones of clockwork hearts,
And runes of lost geometry.

She smiled—a sound like rusting chime—
Her hair alight with argent flame,
“Repair the gear that governs time,
But never whisper out my name.”

He built his engines in her stead,
Till oil and mist became his creed,
Yet still, when moonlight kissed the dead,
He heard her ticking in the reed.

Canto IV – The Diver

One dove below the metal weeds,
To find the realm her hand concealed,
Where shadows ran like melted leads,
And every thought was half revealed.

He saw a door of iron glass,
A thousand cogs in mournful spin—
And there, between both worlds, alas,
The Lady turned her gaze within.

She raised her palm to still his breath,
And sealed his fate in shining blue—
The lake became his clockwork death,
The dream his final avenue.

Canto V – The Scholar’s Verse

In Blackmere’s halls her name endures,
A whisper through the steam and frost,
The Lady whom the lake ensures
To guard what mankind once had lost.

Each year they seek her silver face,
In experiments of light and lore,
And swear they glimpse her fleeting grace
Beneath the lens’s trembling core.

But should her gaze return their own,
The scholars tremble, ink to bone—
For knowledge burns, and truth is stone,
And every lock betrays its throne.

Canto VI – The Returning

Now twilight hums with iron wings,
The portals grind, the aether wakes—
And still her voice through vapor sings,
Of hearts rebuilt and mirror’d lakes.

She waits where every gear unbinds,
Where shadow’s edge meets morning’s hand—
The last of all the clockwork minds,
Still guarding both the sea and land.

When worlds align and steel shall sigh,
The Lady’s pulse resumes its art—
And time itself, compelled to die,
Restarts within her ticking heart.

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