Blood and Brew

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Down where the stones remember flame,
Where coffins cracked forget their name,
I walk with blades and silent breath,
In shadow’s court, I dance with death.
Eyes like a panther’s cut through dark,
Silver drawn to serpents’ mark.
My heart beats slow, my veins run fire—
Swallow burned and stoked desire.

They say we were made for war,
Shaped in blood, not born from lore.
But I am more than fang and steel,
A blade that strikes and dares to feel.

He fights beside me, wound and will,
A silent oath we both fulfill.
But down below, the whispers hiss,
Of truths we buried in the abyss.
A thousand eyes and none are kind,
They pierce the past we left behind.
And still I rise, and still I burn,
Each step a vow not to return.

They say we were made for war,
Shaped in blood, not born from lore.
But I am more than fang and steel,
A blade that strikes and dares to feel.

The creature spoke, its form unwhole,
It saw the scars carved in my soul.
But I won’t break, I won’t descend—
I fight until the bitter end.

They say we were made for war,
Shaped in blood, not born from lore.
But I am more than fang and steel,
A blade that strikes… and dares… to feel.