The Hidden Library (Title: The Dragon, The Detective, and The Book)

Lyrics

(Verse 1: Irene)
The brass gears grind in a world of mist
With a heavy satchel and a flick of the wrist
She’s threading the needle through the gaps in the spheres
Across a thousand alternate, chaotic years.
Irene Winters, with a mission to keep,
Through the smog of London where the shadows are deep.
No time for the tea or the lace on the gown,
When there’s a First Edition that must be found.
​(Chorus)
Oh, the Library’s hidden in the fold of the seam,
Between the cold of the logic and the fire of the dream.
With a Key in the lock and a Word on the breath,
They’re dancing with Order, they’re flirting with Death.
Steam in the pipes and the ink on the page,
Writing the history of a clockwork age.
​(Verse 2: Kai)
Behind her, a shadow with a nobleman’s grace,
With the heat of the sun hidden under his face.
A student, a servant, a prince in disguise,
With the shimmer of scales in his dragon-bright eyes.
He’ll stand at her shoulder through the fire and the rain,
A spark of the Chaos to break every chain.
He’s bound by his honor, he’s bound by her side,
On the currents of worlds, he’s the turn of the tide.
​(Verse 3: Vale)
Then a knock at the door of a Baker Street flat,
Where the Great Detective adjusts his silk hat.
Vale sees the patterns in the soot and the grime,
A man of pure logic, out of his time.
He doesn’t need magic to see through the lies,
Just a keen-edged wit and his cold, piercing eyes.
A mortal anchor in a world turned to glass,
Watching the ghosts of the Multiverse pass.
​(Bridge)
The Fae weave their dramas in velvet and gold,
But the Library’s secrets can never be sold.
Alberich is whispering, a moth in the dark,
Trying to extinguish the Librarian’s spark.
But the Word is a weapon, the Language is Law,
The greatest adventure that the stars ever saw!
​(Guitar/Violin Solo – High energy, mimicking the sound of a steam engine reaching full speed)
​(Chorus)
Oh, the Library’s hidden in the fold of the seam,
Between the cold of the logic and the fire of the dream.
With a Key in the lock and a Word on the breath,
They’re dancing with Order, they’re flirting with Death.
Steam in the pipes and the ink on the page,
Writing the history of a clockwork age.
​(Outro)
The portal is closing...
The ink is still wet...
A Dragon, a Detective...
And a Librarian’s debt.
(Sound of a heavy stone door thudding shut, followed by the ticking of a single watch)