Seven Sparks of Silver

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[Intro] When MÍSS-trah walked the mortal night And set the Weave aflame, She cast seven sparks from silver hands And gave each spark a name. Seven daughters, seven stars, Seven fires burning bright— And I'd wager half my purse, my friends, They outshone Selûne's light. [Refrain] So raise your cup to silver fire, To eyes no bard forgets; For MÍSS-trah gave the world seven stars, And Faerûn's shining yet. Some rule, some roam, some haunt the dark, Some dance where moonbeams fall— But gods be kind to foolish hearts That chance to love them all. [Stanza] First came sill-ÓO-nay, Shadowdale's witch, With wisdom in her smile; She gave her life to guard the Dale— Yet haunts it still awhile. [Stanza] Then ah-LÓO-stree-ell, the Shining Lady, Raised moonlight like a bridge; I'd claim I came to learn from her— But beauty spoiled the fib. [Stanza] Third rode DÚHV beneath the boughs, With quiet bow and blade; I'd choose her by a woodland fire O'er any courtly maid. [Refrain] So raise your cup to silver fire, To eyes no bard forgets; For MÍSS-trah gave the world seven stars, And Faerûn's shining yet. [Stanza] Fourth came STÓRM, with silver hair And laughter fit for spring; A Harper fierce, a kindly heart— And gods, but could she sing. [Stanza] Then LÁIR-awl, the Lady Mage, Has worn both crown and scar; Her beauty bears five centuries And still outshines a star. [Stanza] Sixth burned the SÍM-bul, And Thay learned well her name; I'd risk a kiss despite the chance She'd answer me with flame. [Refrain] So raise your cup to silver fire, To eyes no bard forgets; For MÍSS-trah gave the world seven stars, And Faerûn's shining yet. [Stanza] Last came kih-LÓO-ay, dark as midnight, With moonlight in her hair; She danced for two immortal queens— Her beauty beyond compare. [Bridge] Seven sisters, seven roads, Seven lives the Weave has spun; No mortal bard could sing them whole Before the night was done. [Refrain] So raise your cup to silver fire, To eyes no bard forgets; For MÍSS-trah gave the world seven stars, And Faerûn's shining yet. Some rule, some roam, some haunt the dark, Some dance where moonbeams fall— But gods be kind to foolish hearts That chance to love them all. [Outro] And should even one Sister hear this song And judge my praises tall, I'll swear I meant no disrespect— I only loved them all.