The Cursed Collective - Fae Tongue Twist

Whisper, whisper, willow breath — Riddle, riddle, woven death. Twist the tongue, the tongue turns flame, Speak it once — you’re never the same. Shadow-woven syllables scatter in the streams, Stagger in the starlight, dagger in the dreams. Crackling cadence like a curse in the clay, Chanting every rhyme till the roots all sway. Fox-fire flicker in a bramble-born beat, Feet fleet quick on the twisted-root street. Briar-born bars bite bitter in the bone, Tongue-tied tricks turn marrow into stone. Whisper, whisper, willow breath — Riddle, riddle, woven death. Twist the tongue, the tongue turns flame, Speak it once — you’re never the same. Moth-wing metaphors, midnight mesh, Tangled in the thorns with a tight-knit flesh. Vowel-venom voices, vicious in the vine, Every consonant’s a covenant, a crooked little sign. Labyrinth linguistics, I lyrically lunge, I siphon every sentence till the syllables are sung. Feral fae flow, forged fire from the fable, Fold forests in the verse, bend bark into cable. Ripple like a river in a rhyme-wrought spell, Tremor in the timbre where the twilight fell. Twist till the tongue trips, teeth cut slick, Every echo is an omen when the fae flip quick. Whisper, whisper, willow breath, Riddle, riddle, woven death. Twist the tongue, the tongue turns flame, Speak it once — you’re never the same. Whisper in the willow, riddle in the rain, Thistle-thread syllables twisting through the vein. Fae tongue twisting, flicker like a flame, Say my name wrong — you’ll never sound the same.