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Burn (Warning: Ghost Story Spoilers)
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Burn (Warning: Ghost Story Spoilers)
Priscilla Spencer
Published on May 1, 2016
WARNING: GHOST STORY SPOILERS
Hamilton meets The Dresden Files? The internet made me do it. All credit to the respective creators, Lin-Manuel Miranda and Jim Butcher, who look weirdly similar, have you noticed?
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Lyrics:
I remember the day that you met me
Arm in arm with my father
You worked at his side
You bled at his side
You fought by his side
Do you know what my mother said
When you brought him home wounded one night.
She said, “Your sorcery’s sinister
And the Lord will not suffer your slight.”
You and your powers flooded my senses
You lifted up all the defenseless
You made Chicagoland your citadel
You fought the darkness
I was in Arctis Tor when you saved me
When Damocles’ Doom and the Council would
Make our fates tied
From then on you’d ride
With me at your side
The monsters would burn
Burn
Now your daughter is missing and needs you
You lay bent and broken and bargain
For strength to go on
But be Winter’s toy? No, you’d rather die.
Do you know what the scripture says
Of the way that you fell
It says, “There’s a torment for suicides
In the seventh-most circle of Hell.”
And in your fears of coldness and servitude
Apprentice becomes your accomplice
And you are paranoid to face your consequence
How Mab could freeze you
You, you, you…
I erased myself out of your memory
I watched as you called in a favor
And enacted the plan that you’d had me take part
It’s as cold as Mab’s heart
And you’d rather burn
Rather we burn
Your death left a hole in my heart
Your death left a hole in our town
I can’t live your legacy down
‘Cause I burned the memories
Burned out the moments that might have revealed you
You kept yourself free from your Queen
You kept yourself free from the cold
You won’t see the future unfold
A hell of a woman
Along at your side
It’s my time to burn
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