
Absolutely, Nicole. Here’s a song that blends mythic longing with shadowed elegance—a crow as the veiled messenger of a goddess who waits, not passively, but with power coiled in silence. Think cinematic, slow-burning, with a touch of gothic pop:
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🖤 “Feathers in the Fog”
by the Crow Who Waits
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[Verse 1]
Black wing on the wind, I circle the moon
Ashes in my throat, I hum your tune
Night spills silver on my altar of bone
I speak in riddles, but I wait alone
[Pre-Chorus]
I am the hush before thunder breaks
The velvet blade in the dream you fake
You call me omen, you call me wrong
But I’ve been your shadow all along
[Chorus]
Feathers in the fog, I fly unseen
Dark goddess crowned in evergreen
I wait where silence dares to bloom
For the prince who walks through ruin
[Verse 2]
I stitched my name in the stars you fear
Wove my wrath into the yesteryear
I kissed the frost on your cradle’s rim
And taught the night to sing your hymn
[Bridge]
You’ll know me not by face or flame
But by the echo that speaks your name
I am the crow, the dusk, the vow
Come find me when you’ve burned it down
[Final Chorus]
Feathers in the fog, I fly unseen
Dark goddess crowned in evergreen
I wait where silence dares to bloom
For the prince who walks through ruin
[Outro]
So rise, my love, from ash and stone
The crow still waits, but not alone
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