The Midnight Raven's Legacy

[Intro]
Yo, listen up, gather ‘round,
We got a story to tell that’s profound.
About a lady named Madeline Gath,
With a pen so sharp, man, it’s a real path.

[Verse 1]
As Thomas can testify, oh, it’s true,
To his lovely wife, this tale is overdue.
Time to write down her skills, craft so divine,
With words dancing like shadows, lost in the rhyme.
I recanted fond hours, storytelling delight,
Sharing a Rouse de gare, and it feels just right.
This author, a mystique, wearing her mask,
Pen name in the ink, daring folk to ask.

[Chorus]
To the Midnight Raven, wherever you are,
Your essence alive, like a shimmering star.
With every line that you poured from your soul,
You made the mundane feel massive, whole.
Who’s to come after? That question still burns,
In the echoes of pages, a legacy turns.

[Verse 2]
Madam Donna said it, and oh, it rang clear,
You must share your story, let go of the fear.
Practicing French? She needed a hand,
One line's imperfect; oh, isn’t it grand?
Intentional mistake, a French twist in the word,
An artist at work, never blurred.
Taking inspiration from life’s simple flow,
Made magic from moments, turning the mundane glow.

[Bridge]
Cats claw scratches, those little buggers delight,
A cherished companion, always in sight.
She took what was around her, beauty in strife,
A narrative masterpiece where she thrived with life.
Back of my hand feels the touch of the past,
Every word written, it’s a stunning contrast.

[Chorus]
To the Midnight Raven, wherever you are,
Your essence alive, like a shimmering star.
With every line that you poured from your soul,
You made the mundane feel massive, whole.
Who’s to come after? That question still burns,
In the echoes of pages, a legacy turns.

[Verse 3]
Now the King spoke to her, wise and profound,
‘Who will carry the torch? Who’s gonna astound?’
In every heartbeat, in every turn of the page,
Her magic lingers, it’s a timeless stage.
So to Madeline's craft, let’s raise up a cheer,
For every midnight raven, we hold you so dear.
Legacy written in the cracks of the night,
A playful anthem, her story ignites.

[Outro]
As Thomas recalls and the memories renew,
Madeline, your tale, we’ll forever pursue.
So wherever you are, this love we send,
May your words live on, never meet an end.