(D&D Artificer) The Clockwork Child

Song: The Clockwork Child
(AI) Artist: Bard Man Sam

Lyrics by Lenore Le`Streange in part with ChatGPT v4o
Post productions by Lenore Le`Strange
Art and video by Lenore Le`Strange
   / @lenorelestrange  

Beat and Vocals by Suno AI
https://suno.com/song/30396143-781b-4...

Lyrics-
(Verse)
Come hither, good travelers, and hark to my lay,
Of a child born ‘neath gears where shadows play.
Zamatchi’s her name, with fingers so slight,
She builds by moon and toils by light.
With brass in her heart and steel in her spine,
She speaks in the tongue of the cog and the line.

(Chorus)
Tick, tock, the gears do chime,
A song spun through wheels of time.
With spanner keen and hammer keel,
She builds wonders out of steel.

(Verse)
Abandon’d she was in a mill weather’d gray,
Where wind through the rafters did whistle and sway.
The groan of the beams, the creak of the floor,
Became her kin and the songs she bore.
Her sister, sweet Tanna, with balm in her hands,
Did guard her ‘gainst fate’s unkind demands.

(Chorus)
Tick, tock, the gears do chime,
A song spun through wheels of time.
With spanner keen and hammer keel,
She builds wonders out of steel.

(Bridge)
But tread ye with care, beware her bright grin,
For chaos lies close to the cogs within.
The brave bear scars, the wise stay still,
For folly comes swift ‘neath Zamatchi’s will.
"One twist! One spark! Oh do take thy chance!"
Broken, poisoned, as she watch the trap dance.

(Verse)
From pistons that chatter to engines that roar,
To traps that do snap and power it store.
Yet love, unspoken, lies soft in the hum,
Of wheels that turn and machines that drum.
Her fingers do weave through the sinew of brass,
And secrets unravel, "eureka, at last!".

(Chorus)
Tick, tock, the gears do chime,
A song spun through wheels of time.
With spanner keen and hammer keel,
She builds wonders of steel.

(Bridge 2)
She smile so sly with soot on her brow,
As steam billow like a silken shroud.
"Come hither! Come see! Just a turn—just a twist!"
But fate oft respond with an iron fist.
Yet still they follow, despite the fray,
For her craft lights paths where shadows stay.

(Verse)
Her cradle’s the mill where the great wind blow,
Where wooden gears and stone wheels grone.
She dreams ‘midst the clatter of ratchet and wheel,
Her lullaby sung by the hiss of steel.
Though peril may dance under the timeing clock,
Her heart ticks on like a golden watch.

(Chorus)
Tick, tock, the gears do chime,
A song spun through wheels of time.
With spanner keen and hammer keel,
She builds wonders out of steel.

(Outro)
So lift thy cup to the Clockwork Wisp,
With spirit so fierce and voice so crisp.
For genius burneth where fools may flee,
In gears, in steam, and machinery.
Tick, tock—the echoes remain,
A symphony wrought in brass and chain.