In a village wrapped in morning mist,
Stood Senari with a gentle twist.
Tall and slim, with hair of brown,
Grey ombré flowing, a calming crown.
Potions brewed with love and care,
Magic whispered in the air.
She was a friend, so wise and true,
A heart that healed, a soul that knew.
*Chorus*
Senari, the Potions mistress fair,
In her shop, a world so rare.
Senari, with a heart so wide,
A friend, a guide, now gone, she hides.
Through the shelves of vials and dreams,
Elixirs glowed with silver beams.
She crafted spells with tender hands,
To mend the broken, to heal the lands.
No price she asked for acts of grace,
Only kindness in every place.
Though she left, her spirit stays,
In whispered winds and gentle rays.
*Chorus*
Senari, the Potions mistress fair,
In her shop, a world so rare.
Senari, with a heart so wide,
A friend, a guide, now gone, she hides.
Memories linger like twilight’s gleam,
In every bottle, a fading dream.
Though shadows fall where she once stood,
Her magic lives in all that’s good.
Senari, though you’re far away,
Your light remains, a shining ray.
In every heart you’ve touched and known,
You’re never truly gone, alone.
