Edge of a Razor

Edge of a Razor By Aneirin Menelaos

For the Party for Esteemed Lady Sovine of the Frost Claw

His fingers move across the neck mixing harmonics with exquisite bent notes

There she stood on the edge of a razor
Expecting to fly
While they laughed, I wondered whether
They could wave goodbye
Knowin' that you'd gone

Lady Sovine and her clutch were driven
To the dry south unforgiving
From her frozen lair they were riven
They were all to start anew

In the south came the healing
Long before the loss of sight
All the years spent in feeling
Ended with a cry

Zilyana laughed
Sovine grumbled
While she laughed, I wondered whether
would she come to the conclusion
She could never live without you

Years later her sight restored
Life and light returned to home
Protection, gratitude, forgiveness
Forever more...forever more

No more standing on the edge of a razor
Flight now is just fancy free
Now she laughs and wonders whether
Did they wave to Lady Sovine of the Frost Claw
Did they recognise her Awe