by: Lharanla Tassalan, the Wandering Bard date: 1324 DR source: The Sword Never Sleeps Now dripping red where once so white, Fangs well fed flash not so bright, Yet no gentler now their thirsty bite, Fear always lurking talons in the night. [Chorus] In the dark, Out of sight, A fleeting mark, In the night. My steps betray my whispered plea, Yet drawn I am; I cannot flee. His eyes like flames, my soul’s decree, A captor’s charm, such mystery. [Chorus] In the dark, Out of sight, A fleeting mark, In the night. The city’s lights, a fleeting glow, Beneath the moonlight, gentle snow. His words ensnare, to lay me low, Yet in my heart, I long to know. [Chorus] In the dark, Out of sight, A fleeting mark, In the night. A pact unspoken, bound by dread, His touch a thrill, his path so red. To chase or yield, my fate unsaid, A dance with life among the dead. Through misted alleys, my secret fight, A game of love, a game of fright. Each promise held, each wrong made right, He haunts my dreams, every night. [Chorus] In the dark, Out of sight, A fleeting mark, In the night. In the dark, Out of sight, A fleeting mark, In the night.
