(Verse 1)
In a village choked by ash and fear,
A sickness crept too close, too near.
My brother’s hands turned cold with stone,
His breath grew thin, his voice unknown.
No herb would mend, no prayer would reach,
No healer knew what death could teach.
So I walked where warnings screamed—
Into the woods where fae-light gleamed.
(Pre-Chorus)
Deeper, where the shadows sing,
I heard the hush of midnight wings.
A bored, dark voice, amused and slow:
“Little mouse… you shouldn’t roam.”
(Chorus)
I gave you me—all that I am,
For his heartbeat, for his span.
Runes of silver, burning bright,
Two souls bound in endless night.
You took my fear, I took your vow,
No throne can tear us from this now.
Not fate, not law, not courtly lies—
We chose forever in our eyes.
(Verse 2)
He stepped from dusk in feathered black,
Silver gaze that never cracked.
“Malic Ironwing—Night Court’s heir.
I’ll cure the boy… if you can pay.”
He asked for firstborn, sweet and cruel,
A bargain sharpened into rule.
I swallowed storm and answered plain:
“Not my child—take me instead.”
(Pre-Chorus)
His shadows stilled, his breath drew thin,
Like night itself let wonder in.
“Do you know what this will mean?
Body, mind… and everything.”
(Chorus)
I gave you me—all that I am,
For his heartbeat, for his span.
Runes of silver, burning bright,
Two souls bound in endless night.
You took my fear, I took your vow,
No throne can tear us from this now.
Not fate, not law, not courtly lies—
We chose forever in our eyes.
(Bridge — soft, haunted)
Violet eyes that shouldn’t glow,
A name in bark the trees all know.
Velamora… whispered low—
A lost bloodline, buried long ago.
Wings once severed, pain grown quiet,
A child left out beneath the riot.
But love raised me human, warm and true,
So I paid my price… and still I grew.
(Build-Up)
They said: “She’s mortal. Just his prize.”
Then violet feathers filled the skies.
And when the final plume unfurled—
Silver-tipped… the truth shook worlds.
(Final Chorus — big, epic)
I give you me—knowing who I am,
Not from chains—from choice I stand.
Runes of silver, carved in skin,
Two equals where it once began.
You are my night, I am your flame,
No crown can steal me from my name.
Mouse or queen beneath the stars—
We are what we choose,
And I chose you—
All of you—forever ours.
(Outro — gentle)
Violet wing, and silver sign,
Your pulse in me, and mine in time.
Not a contract—not a claim—
Just two souls
Calling each other
By the same flame. 🌙✨
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