Авторский текст из финального пакета. Сверка с аудио — после загрузки записи.
She came with summer in her hair,
with winter in her breath.
Three roads opened at the crossing.
None
was free of loss.
One road led to the witness.
One road led to the crown.
One road followed buried roots
to where the cry went down.
She asked which road would bring her
the daughter light had lost.
I raised the fire on every path.
I would not hide
the cost.
Two flames in my hands.
Three roads
in the night.
I showed what waited
at each end.
I did not call
one right.
I light the road.
I light the cost.
I light what every choice
will lose.
I hold the flame.
I hold the dark.
The torch reveals.
The torch
does not choose.
Behind her walked two shadows,
the roads she left behind.
One held the sun as witness.
One held the throne to blame.
They followed to the underworld,
unlived, but not gone.
Some ghosts were never bodies.
Some were lives
that never dawned.
Each step can close a doorway.
It cannot close
the cost.
The road you choose
becomes your life.
The others
become ghosts.
I light the road.
I light the cost.
I light the lives
each choice will lose.
I hold the flame.
I hold the dark.
The torch reveals.
The torch
does not choose.
You asked me for a verdict.
I gave you
only sight.
The flame can show
the threshold.
It cannot move
your feet.
No god can choose
your passage
and leave the choice
your own.
I would not steal
your freedom
to spare you
from the road.
I showed
the roads.
I lit the road.
I lit the cost.
I lit the lives
each choice would lose.
I held the flame.
I held the dark.
I showed the roads.
I did
not choose.
They say
I chose
the road she took.
I carried
two torches.
The third flame
rose
from her step.