Lyrics:
Pretty Little Ladies

© 2011 by Mary Crowell.
Inspired by Wesley’s Sekorah D&D campaign.

Pretty little Ladies from down below
Lost in the mists where the mem’ries go
Make a hard peace with the ravens and crows.
Hope the seers and the seekers don’t find you.

Might have done right or you might have done wrong,
Just some old lyrics to forgotten songs.
The work here’s hard, and the days are long,
But the years and the seasons won’t bind you.

Serpents three with stolen things
Ride another power.
He has your book, and he wears your ring,
And he waits there in his tower.

The city is a crater where the wizards died.
The voices in your head brought you here to hide,
Found a mountain home where the ravens bide,
Didn’t know that the journey would blind you.

The clerics and the monks tend the olive trees,
But they have no flowers, and they got no bees.
They live long here, and there’s no disease,
But you can’t put your hate behind you.

Serpents three must pay the price
For stealing magus power.
Kill them once, and kill them twice,
Then three times in their tower.

(She’s) mourning for her lover who burned and bled,
(He) died from the spell meant for her instead.
She won’t remember that she wants you dead
As your magic and the visions remind you.

The serpents are sinners, but you’ve never been nice.
‘Learned your lore with a heart of ice.
Most live once, but you get to go twice
Change the pattern and the goal that designed you.

Serpents three took you to ride
Stole away your power
Killed the groom, and now the bride
Will find them in their tower.

Pretty little Ladies from down below
Lost in the mists where the mem’ries go
Make a hard peace with the ravens and crows.
Hope the seers and the seekers don’t find you.