Beyond the valleys, past time’s gate,
where shadows dance and stars wait,
walks a keeper in midnight blue—
his heart is kind, though few knew.
All fear his name, they run away,
but he just guards life’s balance each day…
until one dawn, a song so bright—
Amara’s voice turned dark to light!
Amara sings! Amara shines!
her joy makes the whole forest rise!
The Soul Reaper’s not alone—
with her, the world feels like home!
He showed her souls in silver streams,
she taught him daisies, stars, and dreams.
They watched the moon, they shared the rain—
and balance bloomed through joy and pain.
The storm rolled in! The old tree fell!
Amara hurt—her light grew dim…
But the Reaper cried, “You’ll stay with me!”
and gave his spark—now they’re both free!
Amara sings! Amara shines!
her joy makes the whole forest rise!
The Soul Reaper’s not alone—
they walk the worlds, hand in hand now!
In the ethereal woods, where night meets day,
life and death dance… and it’s okay.
It’s beautiful.