Beneath Quarterlight

[Verse 1 – Low, Controlled]
The hunt is hours behind me now —
Wolves thinned to rumor and rain
I pass through iron into marble
Still tasting powder and vein

Gaslight bends along the columns
Humidity against my skin
The Quarter hums below the tombs
But up here, I draw it in

This is not retreat.
This is composure.

[Pre-Chorus – Subtle Lift]
When the pulse slows down,
The truth steps forward.

[Chorus – Sleaze-Calibrated, Expansive]
Beneath quarter light
I let the tension breathe
Let older voices speak
Let the marble cool the need
Beneath quarter light
I don’t answer in the heat
I let the hunger lean toward me
Before I let it eat

[Verse 2 – Observational, Intimate]
He waits beneath the upper archway —
A figure close to my design
Older only in accumulation
Sharper in the line

Centuries settle in his posture
Certainty without display
“End it clean. Remove the hunter.
Leave no threat to stay.”

His voice is measured marble.
His future tightly drawn.

[Pre-Chorus – Tension Between Them]
I tell him
She hesitated
Before she lowered aim.

He calls it weakness.
I call it dimension.

[Chorus – Wider Instrumentation]
Beneath quarter light
I let the tension breathe
Let older voices speak
Let the marble cool the need
Beneath quarter light
I don’t answer in the heat
I let the hunger lean toward me
Before I let it eat

[Break – Drums Drop, Bass Holds] (Low bass pulse. Ambient guitar shimmer.)

[Guitar Solo – Expressive, Cinematic] (Minor key lead. Slow bends, sustained notes. Echoed vibrato. Melody over speed. Builds gradually, resolves downward — controlled, not triumphant.)

[Bridge – Intimate, Defining Line]
Between iron gates and trumpet breath
Between jasmine, bone, and sky
I decide what kind of monster
Meets your steady eye

Not extinction dressed as order
Not supremacy refined
I can feel the pull of ending
And make it wait in line

[Final Chorus]
Beneath quarter light
I take my time
Let the city hold its tone
I choose the hunger I reveal
And leave the rest alone

Beneath quarter light
I don’t perform for open fire
I decide when I’m alone

[Outro – Atmospheric Fade] (Guitar echoes. Slow bass pulse. Distant brass dissolving into humid night.)

Moody gothy/sleaze rock, pulsing bass, atmospheric guitar, expressive solo, cinematic restraint, gothic male baritone