Verse I
You ever feel a room straighten up
Without a word being said?
Like even the shadows check themselves
And the drunk remember what they’ve done?
That’s Deidre.
That’s how she comes in.
No clang of steel, no raised voice—
Just candles burning steadier than before.
She took the seat near the wall,
Where prayers go to dry,
Set her gloves down real careful
Like she was done touching blood
For tonight.
Chorus
So we speak of Deidre soft and plain,
Like counting names carved into stone,
She don’t raise her voice, she don’t explain,
She just decides who walks home.
Verse II
I’ve seen her stitch a man back together
With hands that didn’t shake,
Murmuring words older than kings
Like it was just another day.
She don’t beg gods, she reminds them,
Of debts written long before us all,
Every miracle she hands out
Leaves a mark you feel come fall.
They say she brought back a child once,
Wouldn’t say what it cost,
Just washed her hands for a long damn time
And wouldn’t meet your eyes.
Chorus
Yeah we talk about Deidre like frost and debt,
Like things that don’t forgive,
She don’t promise hope, she don’t threaten death,
She just tells you what you get.
Verse III
She drinks alone, water or wine,
Counts the living like the dead,
Keeps names folded in her pocket
She’s not ready to forget.
Don’t joke about faith, don’t test her calm,
Don’t lie when she asks you straight,
She’s buried friends in holy ground
And enemies in the same damn place.
And if she looks at you too long,
Like she’s weighing your breath—
That’s not judgment.
That’s accounting.
Bridge (spoken, low and slow)
Some say she’s kind.
Some say she’s cruel.
Truth is—
She’s already seen how your story ends.
I watched her once step between steel and bone,
Say one word, and the fight just stopped,
Not ‘cause anyone was scared—
But ‘cause they knew she’d remember.
Final Chorus
So drink to Deidre, if you drink at all,
Don’t toast too loud, don’t make it grand,
She ain’t here to save us every time,
She’s here to make us understand.
Outro
When she left, the candles burned low,
Like they’d done enough for one night,
Bartender poured out a silent inch
For the ones that didn’t make it back.
That’s Deidre.
The Priestess.
If she’s in your story—
Someone’s paying the price.
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