A/N
This is based on the song Sera Was Never from Dragon Age: Inquisition. Something to be sung rather than read, so to speak.
The Song of Serra
Serra was never the quietest girl
She always engaged in rebellion.
Her tongue was sharp,
And her voice so shrill,
But she refused to divulge where she came from.
...
Serra was never the most modest of girls,
She'd often boast of her beauty.
She'd make her mark
In the minds of the men,
But in battle, still do her duty.
...
She would always like to deem,
That she was the heart of so many men's dreams.
Uncaring of how,
They detested her screams.
She's a cleric with a staff,
And a silver tongue.
...
She would always like to deem,
That she was the heart of so many men's dreams.
Uncaring of how,
They detested her screams.
She's a cleric with a staff,
And a silver tongue.
...
Serra these days is a wealthy girl.
Though these days, still in a chapel.
But whispers at play,
Of a game that she played,
Where she tangled with sorcerers and dragons.
...
Serra was never the kindest of girls.
But some say that she found her soul mate.
Some say a mage,
And some say a spy,
While still making all Lycia irate.
...
She would always like to deem,
That she was the heart of so many men's dreams.
Uncaring of how,
They detested her screams.
She's a cleric with a staff,
And a silver tongue.
...
She would always like to deem,
That she was the heart of so many men's dreams.
Uncaring of how,
They detested her screams.
She's a cleric with a staff,
And a silver tongue.
