Alone in the cradle of ash and thorn, No name, no kin, no love was sworn. Born mid summer, of a dream stolen, In shadows deep, he has awoken Eyes like dusk, heart bound in chain, Feeds on whispers, bred by pain. The winds would howl lullabies in screams, He reveled at the thought of broken dreams. No cradle songs, no mother’s prayer, Just haunted roots and viper’s lair. With silver tongue and cursed delight, He drinks your dreams through the night. Memories fade as he drinks them all Oona's scion will watch you fall. The forest gave him thorn and wing, A crown of rot, a fate to sing. The elders whispered ancient lies, And stitched his soul with fireflies. Through mirror-leaves and twilight tide, He bled his past, his name, his pride. Rummaging despot born in spite, No mortal chain, no binding name, Just stolen dreams and whispered shame. A kiss, a grin, and minds unravel Lost forever in shadowed travel. He trades your hope while he plots The Hush bringer will seize your thoughts. “Forget your father. Forget your past. Forget the questions you never asked. I am the keeper of things unlived Your stolen joy, your unclaimed gift.” He flies alone where echoes cry, The orphaned fae who will not die. He is the dream you can’t recall, The voice behind the mirrored wall. Your memories rot where his shadow falls, A brazen borrower, no one can recall. "The mind is a fragile thing. Remove the smallest fragment, and the whole thing starts to fall apart."
