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And Odo the Hero, they bore him back home
To the place that he'd known as a lad,
They laid him to rest with his hat inside out
And his wand snapped in two, which was sad.
When the Founders were young
There were not four but five.
And from bottom came Odo the Great.
Though his magic was sung
Of while he was alive,
Near forgotten when he met his fate.
He enchanted his hat
So that when it was worn
Every skill he desired he could gain.
But he told no one that,
Fearing he’d be forsworn
Since his hat had such pow’r but no brain.
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He created such spells
No one else could repeat
In the Great Hall where all see the skies.
And for three Peverells
Three magnificent feats,
But they soon spelled untimely demise.
He sought Helga’s advice
When his fortitude failed,
An enchantment dysfunction unique.
With her casting precise
His condition unveiled,
Diagnosis too awful to speak.
Odo was dying every time he cast,
Each spell cast with his hat, it drained his life.
How mystifying that he never asked
In masterworkings past, what was the price?
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Odo’s cap then he doffed
And he severed the spell
That connected his magic and soul,
Then he held it aloft,
And from hat brim soon fell
Silver droplets he saved in a bowl.
Odo turned out his cap,
And the vessel he gave,
Filled with remnants of triumph and death,
And his wand, which he snapped,
To the Founders, so grave,
And he charged them with his final breath,
“Beloved colleagues, take the last of me
In millinery I’ll ever dwell.
I’ll sort each student who puts me on their head
Long after I’m dead. Now, friends, farewell!”
And Odo the Hero, they bore him back home
To the place that he’d known as a lad,
They laid him to rest with his hat inside-out
And his wand snapped in two--
Oh you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge on what you see.
There’s nothing hidden in your head
Old Odo can’t see...
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024