The Night We Took Back

Drakes Bane hums in my hand again

Not steel alone—it knows what’s in

Every step in the shadow line

Something breathes that shouldn’t in time

They crawl where the light won’t stay

Slip through the cracks, then slip away

But this time… something’s wrong

The dark don’t feel as strong

Rose-tinted lens and the night turns clear

Nothing can hide when I’m standing here

Every shape, every breath, every line—

Drawn in the dark like a fault in time

They think the night will hide their sin

But the dark reveals what crawls within

I see the moment before it’s done—

And when I fire… it’s already one

Mark it—

AMANDA:

Already done—

The dark just lost its hold on one

We take the night and break its hold

Turn every shadow into gold

No more fear in the unseen—

We make the dark what it’s been seen

Stand your ground, don’t fall, don’t bend—

Every line we hold is an end

We don’t run, we don’t hide—

We take the night and turn the tide

(Battle noises rise—controlled now, not chaotic)

There—left of the fallen beam—

I see it… through the seam—

You got it.

I don’t miss.

They came with silence, smoke, and sleep

Thought the night was theirs to keep

But every breath, every line they crossed—

Is where their advantage is lost

We don’t fight blind—we fight with sight

And we don’t lose what we can write

In every shadow, we define—

Where they fall and where we stand in line

Did you see that?!

They’re getting picked apart!

We take the night and break its hold

Turn every shadow into gold

No more fear in the unseen—

We make the dark what it’s been seen

Stand your ground, don’t fall, don’t bend—

Every line we hold is an end

We don’t run, we don’t hide—

We take the night and turn the tide

They’re pulling back…

No…

They’ve lost their edge.

No…

We found ours.