Brie Hinterland
Craving
I carved your soul with teeth of night,
I bound your breath, erased your light.
Through crimson chains, your heart is mine,
An endless oath in cursed design.
You drink, you fall, you rise anew,
The shadow speaks — it speaks through you.
My voice runs deep within your veins,
Through all your losses, all your pains.
You are my echo, not my choice,
Forever ruled by the maker’s voice.
Your freedom died the night we met,
Your mortal name the world forgets.
Each whispered thought, each silent scream,
I shape your path, I haunt your dream.
The bond is carved, it will not break,
A vow of blood you did not make.
No childe escapes, no soul is free,
My will endures eternally.
Love and hunger, grief and flame,
My voice will always bear your name.
~Craving Raven~
Craving
I carved your soul with teeth of night,
I bound your breath, erased your light.
Through crimson chains, your heart is mine,
An endless oath in cursed design.
You drink, you fall, you rise anew,
The shadow speaks — it speaks through you.
My voice runs deep within your veins,
Through all your losses, all your pains.
You are my echo, not my choice,
Forever ruled by the maker’s voice.
Your freedom died the night we met,
Your mortal name the world forgets.
Each whispered thought, each silent scream,
I shape your path, I haunt your dream.
The bond is carved, it will not break,
A vow of blood you did not make.
No childe escapes, no soul is free,
My will endures eternally.
Love and hunger, grief and flame,
My voice will always bear your name.
~Craving Raven~