Wooden Whispers in the Night

[Intro] [Verse 1] Carved by the moon, where the warm shadows play, A grin cracks the silence, where lanterns decay. His limbs stretch like branches in dim amber glow, A puppet of splinters, but nobody knows. [Pre-Chorus] The barns hum old secrets, the floorboards conspire, He dances in dust-motes, a flicker of fire. The night holds its breath as his joints start to bend— What stories lie buried in wood without end? [Chorus] Oh, wooden soul, sing your riddles to the stars, Eyes bright with mischief, hiding ancient scars. The dark wraps you kindly, yet whispers your name— A jester of twilight, both wild and tame. [Verse 2] His gaze pins the void, where the curious dare, A laugh like a creak in a wind-stricken stair. The warmth is a mask, but the shadows don’t lie— What’s crafted in darkness won’t fade with the sky. [Bridge] He’s splinters and sawdust, a child of the earth, But his heart beats in rhythms of mischief and mirth. The walls lean in closer, the rafters repeat: “Beware the grin that the night cannot keep.” [Chorus] Oh, wooden soul, spin your tales in the flame, Where joy’s just a veneer for a far darker game. The lanterns sway gently, the hour grows thin— What’s born in the grain lets the chaos begin. [Outro]