Bloodshade's Dance

Silent whispers, darker throngs,

Hidden secrets in the blood's old songs.

Echoes in the midnight’s call,

Blood mage’s dance, shadow’s thrall.

In the forest’s hollow, beneath the moon's glare,

An elf with scars, her aura dark and rare.

Her veins run crimson, her power deep,

Secrets of blood, she’s sworn to keep.

Whispered spells, ancient threads,

Binding the dark where angels dare not tread.

A sacred curse, a sacred flame,

Blood spills, no one’s ever the same.

Blood on her hands, dance in the night,

Dark lullabies, whispers of fright.

Blood magic’s call, tribal and slow,

Ominous shadows, she’s the moon’s shadow.

Mystic ink flows, her veins like fire,

Treading the line of desire.

Slow and tribal, she casts her spell,

A blood mage’s story, dark tale to tell.

Silent echoes, watch her sway,

Darkness and blood, she’ll never stray.