Pallavi Priyamvada - The Saga Lyrics

Gather all, the hour has come
The story of an ordinary woman
She travelled galaxies and wrote songs
Of planets that hung beyond Saturn
She met eagles with wings of baby elephants
By tree roots she journeyed to other continents
Soon her tales reached a merchant's table
Who gathered wolves to devour her labour
They knocked on her door and maimed a cry
The softest pleas she couldn't deny
She served some rice and offered a plate
The china broke, she fell to treacherous fate
The lady who helped was now a captive
Chained in irons, oxidized, inactive
The merchant arrived to claim his prize
Mocked her for having too much of pride
The hyenas dragged her out of the house
Broke her wheels and butchered her blouse
They burnt her books and made her watch
What a sorrowful blend of men, my lord
She saw her manuscripts turn to ashes
Her heart sank! It was no more worth it
But her roots to travel were all broken
She invoked a medium and earth split open
What remained behind were ballads in blood
Upon which they painted some mediocre verse
Traders staged together the crass and the classic
Sold stories hoping historians wouldn't notice
The lady's reputation was tarnished and torn
A sorcerer she was, masked in a woman's form
Good she left or she would've been burned alive
With her squirrels and quills and horns and thighs
Drumbeats and trumpets declared the future
A gala announced The Musical Creature
A shiny puppet who danced as he sung
His adventures from another world on Saturn
Villagers gathered from near and far
The posters claimed, he was the next star
Men of position took their seats
When curtains lifted, nobody could speak
The puppet sang a word and then stood still
All wondered if he was choked or thrilled
Few notes were heard before long branches were seen
Spreading across floor and pillars, claiming the scene
Twigs and leaves were no more gentle
Like wildfire they gripped the stage in centre
Green and brown bore wings of black
Some called it curse, some called it wrath
When all the music died in storm,
The Musical Creature could not be found
A voice was heard from the tallest branch
The merchant was hanging from the tree's arms
All eyes fixed on a bewildering sight
The merchant pleaded but he lost his voice
When his lips moved, they heard a familiar tongue
Singing the story of the ordinary woman
All the lies became the background noise
As the tallest branch rained the truth from skies
The Oak tree sang of his dearest traveller
Who was one part wild and one part, wonder
Everyone mourned the greatest loss
Oh! What could have been! What it was
Now she dwells in a far-off galaxy
And we wonder why stars live so far