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Bonfire of Names 2 by Shanedon

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Bonfire of Names 2

Southern Gothic Soul,Female (Lead), With Male Came

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[Intro]
(Quiet Hammond, brushed snare, distant gospel oohs)
[Verse 1]
Under the live-oaks where the shadows bend low,
A stone pillar held the secret of a slow, soft glow.
They found her like a whisper wrapped in muslin and hay,
Little Désirée with a nameless yesterday.
A cradle of willow, a corbeille from Paris shore,
Laces folded like prayers, letters folded like old grief.
Armand came like lightning, like a pistol-shot in June,
Gave her his name and a house under the moon.
[Pre-Chorus]
He learned to laugh like summer, his rule turned gentler then,
The cotton seemed to soften and the hush became a hymn.
[Chorus]
Burn the cradle, burn the name — shadows keep her in the flame.
Bonfires bloom where lullabies once lay.
Burn the cradle, burn the name — call it mercy or a shame,
But reeds hold footprints where she walked away.
[Verse 2]
A satin-lined half-canopy, a mahogany throne for sleep,
Peacock feathers fanned the child in the hush that ran so deep.
Désirée traced the baby’s fingers, small as moonlit bone,
And heard the hush of gossip like a wind that wasn’t hers alone.
He read the color in a face and shifted like a tide,
Averted eyes like winter, the gentleness he denied.
She stood with paper trembling, asked the world to prove her white,
He answered with a silence that unstitched her life.
[Post-Chorus]
(Quiet: harp and cello)
Letters like confession burned with silk and satin dreams,
A willow cradle glowed and turned to ash and steam.
[Chorus — darker]
Burn the cradle, burn the name — flames make saints of no one’s claim.
Ashes whisper things he cannot say.
Burn the cradle, burn the name — watch the embers spell his shame,
And the bayou keeps the steps that walked away.
[Bridge — Désirée (first person)]
I walked across the stubble with my hair unpinned and free,
Sun made a gold of sorrow, ribs of reeds that knew me.
"My mother," I thought, "who loves me," but love had been unmade,
I cupped the child against my heart and stepped into the shade.
I did not beg for pardon; I did not call his name;
The water swallowed silence, the water took its claim.
[Bridge — Armand (quiet spoken, turning the letter)]
(He reads, voice small, then hardens)
"Night and day I thank the good God... that my dear Armand will never know..."
The paper folded truth into the hand that fed his pride.
[Break]
(Gospel choir: ahs, a single piano note like a toll)
[Final Chorus — haunted]
Burn the cradle, burn the name — shadows keep her in the flame.
Bonfires gild the stories we betray.
Burn the cradle, burn the name — let the willow call her name,
And the reeds will hum the hymn she could not stay.
[Outro]
Beneath the live-oaks, where the air remembers rain,
There’s a soft, small sigh like silk against the cane.
Letters gone to cinder, a cradle turned to smoke,
Désirée walks in bayou reeds where no one hears the choke.
(Last line, whispered) Shadows keep her in the flame.
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