[ Featuring Secret Rachel ]
You whisper of long-forgotten cursed secrets,
And I pretend I don't want to know,
You tell fairy tales to the vagrants,
Even the rats follow your melodic flow.
You seek to advertise my tale,
While your daughters sleep in fear,
Peeking through shuttered windows,
Dreading the piper's steps drawing near.
Avoiding even my shadow, you flee,
As I sip from the fountain, quietly,
The council debates my fate, unsure,
Can the city handle this nocturnal lure?
Hesitating to leave the piper within,
Wary of what his presence might bring,
Every morning, you consult your dreams,
Searching for what the future seems.
You wonder if it's safe to let me stay,
The piper whose tune could lead you astray,
And so you watch the stars and pray,
For a hint of what the fates convey.
Avoiding even my shadow, you flee,
As I sip from the fountain, quietly,
The council debates my fate, unsure,
Can the city handle this nocturnal lure?
You speak of ancient, cursed mysteries,
I stand in the rain, nowhere to rest,
From house to house, in silent frenzy,
Leather coat and worn-out sneakers, distressed.
Doors shut against the false note wizard,
Left standing on the cobblestone,
From beneath his cloak, he draws a guitar,
Playing for the rats, till all is gone.
In shadows I wander, a specter unseen,
Chasing whispers in the moon's pale gleam,
The piper's song, a haunting dream,
Leading the lost down a forgotten stream.
