🎵 “Shadow in the Sunlight” — The Ballad [Blues]

🎵 “Shadow in the Sunlight” — The Ballad of Quentin

[Verse 1]
Born where the spider queens whisper and weave,
Under shadows that hunger and webs that deceive.
Quentin first breathed in the Underdark’s night,
A child shaped in darkness, trained for the knife.

But fate cracked open like a dying star,
And the gods drew his thread from the place he was scarred.
Reborn on the surface—new face, new skin,
A half-elf reflection with a blade tucked within.

[Pre-Chorus]
But secrets cling tight as a second spine,
And shadows still follow though he walks in the light.

[Chorus]
He’s a shadow in the sunlight, a trickster on the run—
A warlock with a promise he can’t outrun.
Half-elf smile hiding drow-born eyes,
Born in the dark but he walks the skies.
Oh, Quentin, child of moon and stone—
You changed your face, but your bones still know:
You’re a shadow… in the sunlight.

[Verse 2]
He slips through the cities with soft-quiet feet,
Silver tongue sharper than daggers he keeps.
An oath in his pocket, a pact on his breath,
With a patron who watches from night’s velvet crest.

His laughter is quick but his trust slow to rise,
He learned from the caverns to measure all lies.
An infiltrator dancing between worlds of fate,
Both loyal and lost, both honest and fake.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the past’s a whisper with a spider’s grin—
No matter the form, it still calls him kin.

[Chorus]
He’s a shadow in the sunlight, an ink-stained spark—
Throwing illusions in the daylight, curses in the dark.
Half-elf hands but a drow-born heart—
Running from the place where his story should start.
Oh, Quentin, child of two worlds torn—
You changed your form, but the night you were born
Still lingers… in the sunlight.

[Bridge]
Will he rise above the web that made him?
Will the surface people trust or shame him?
He walks the edge of truth and lies—
A trickster’s soul beneath warlock skies.

[Final Chorus]
He’s a shadow in the sunlight, a name reborn—
A mask of the surface on a spirit storm-torn.
From spider-haunted cradle to the fields of dawn,
Quentin walks the line where the lost belong.
Oh, Quentin, fate’s reluctant son—
Born of the dark, but he’s learning to run…
Into the sunlight.

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🎵 “Shadow in the Sunlight” — The Ballad of Quentin [Verse 1] Born where the spider queens whisper and weave, Under shadows that hunger and webs that deceive. Quentin first breathed in the Underdark’s night, A child shaped in darkness, trained for the knife. But fate cracked open like a dying star, And the gods drew his thread from the place he was scarred. Reborn on the surface—new face, new skin, A half-elf reflection with a blade tucked within. [Pre-Chorus] But secrets cling tight as a second spine, And shadows still follow though he walks in the light. [Chorus] He’s a shadow in the sunlight, a trickster on the run— A warlock with a promise he can’t outrun. Half-elf smile hiding drow-born eyes, Born in the dark but he walks the skies. Oh, Quentin, child of moon and stone— You changed your face, but your bones still know: You’re a shadow… in the sunlight. [Verse 2] He slips through the cities with soft-quiet feet, Silver tongue sharper than daggers he keeps. An oath in his pocket, a pact on his breath, With a patron who watches from night’s velvet crest. His laughter is quick but his trust slow to rise, He learned from the caverns to measure all lies. An infiltrator dancing between worlds of fate, Both loyal and lost, both honest and fake. [Pre-Chorus] And the past’s a whisper with a spider’s grin— No matter the form, it still calls him kin. [Chorus] He’s a shadow in the sunlight, an ink-stained spark— Throwing illusions in the daylight, curses in the dark. Half-elf hands but a drow-born heart— Running from the place where his story should start. Oh, Quentin, child of two worlds torn— You changed your form, but the night you were born Still lingers… in the sunlight. [Bridge] Will he rise above the web that made him? Will the surface people trust or shame him? He walks the edge of truth and lies— A trickster’s soul beneath warlock skies. [Final Chorus] He’s a shadow in the sunlight, a name reborn— A mask of the surface on a spirit storm-torn. From spider-haunted cradle to the fields of dawn, Quentin walks the line where the lost belong. Oh, Quentin, fate’s reluctant son— Born of the dark, but he’s learning to run… Into the sunlight.

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