What Survival Takes (The Poison and the Pact)

[Verse 1] The candles fade. The room is still. She drinks the black — she bends her will. The world tilts sideways, breath runs thin — A quiet pulse begins within. No wrath, no fire, no silken thread — Just whispers from beyond the dead. They ask no worship, want no song — But claim her soul if she is wrong. [Chorus] She walks the line with silent grace, Between the light and shadow’s face. Not for a god, not for control — But for the one who holds her soul. She bows, she heals, she never breaks — She gives what survival takes. [Verse 2] Lolth is a name she does not fear. The Spider’s web is never near. She serves the Matron — nothing more — The only will she bows before. She plants the seeds her patron sows, With steady hand and voice that knows. No prayer she trusts — her own creed guides, Those darker truths she keeps inside. [Chorus] She walks the line with silent grace, Between the faith and empty space. Not for a throne, not for revenge — But for the life she must defend. She bows, she heals, she never breaks — She gives what survival takes. [Bridge] Is love a weakness? Is it steel? Is duty something a drow can feel? She walks alone, she walks aware — And never free from what she bears. [Final Chorus] She walks the line with silent grace, Between the masks she must embrace. A priestess false, a power true — And none can guess what she will do. She’ll bow, she’ll lie, but never break — She gives what survival takes.