Discovered by Jac Young and Eleri Griffiths 31/05/26
I. Before the Fall
You were the spark that taught the stars to play,
the laughter of the depths and of the sky.
The world was young, its colours bright as May,
and every joy was yours to multiply.
Your cloak would shine, a living thing that breathed:
green peace, red passion, blue illusion’s dream.
You walked through dusk, a truth the dark believed,
and danced the day between what is and seems.
No god could rival joy made form in you,
no law could cage the way you turned to dance.
But envy watches beauty passing through,
and Ruin’s eyes had waited for their chance.
The night was patient. Light was kind. And so,
the theft began, too soft for you to know.
II. After the Theft
Now silence hums where laughter used to start.
Your cloak hangs heavy, stitched with shadow’s thread.
I trace the empty sky and call your heart,
but every echo says you’ve gone instead.
The world feels hollow, half-awake, unsure,
its colours dulled, its pulse a little slow.
Your name is rumour, half a prayer, half cure;
a story only dreamers still might know.
Yet somewhere deep beneath the ash and ache,
a single spark remembers how to burn.
And I believe no fall the dark can make
outlasts the pull of light that will return.
I wait inside the ruin, unafraid,
until your laughter mends what loss has made.
III. The Prophecy
Something is stirring, roots that hum with green,
a glimmer where the dull stones start to glow.
The threads of red and blue weave in between,
the cloak begins to gather what we know.
They whisper: Play is sacred, not a sin;
the game itself remembers how to heal.
And every joy we dare to breathe within
becomes the proof that myth was always real.
I sing for you, the way the dawn would sing,
for every heart that’s lost its spark of play.
Come back, O Myrth! Come back on laughing wing,
and teach the world its wonder once again.
The light returns in colour, voice, and art.
Your name is joy reborn inside my heart.