Two weeks to take a song from conception to completion to competition!


This song was created for Game of Bands round 248 : "Odd Times And No Rhymes VI"


Young was a girl, in a forest of green
Picking her way through a basket of dreams
Agaric gold, and Mulberry black
Were the song on her lips, and the stains in her lap

Then, smoke in the air, wafting perilously close
Through the criss cross canopy, and the limbs of the oaks
A cry in the silence, like fangs in a (fangs in a) throat

She ran, she ran, to the source of the call
Quicksilver dashing, dagger in palm
Fearlessly nearing, with righteous speed
Hoping to help a poor damsel in need


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