Arcane, bloodmage,
Symbols…
A sigil in scarlet ink.
Draft the note from the runes
And drink the wine from the chalice,
Elixir of youth,
Where bones remember
What the heart forgets.
Drink.
Drink.
Let the ritual consume you.
Oh, isn’t it enchanting
To be hollow?
A divine, celestial glow,
Where stars bleed
And nothing is spared.
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
Arcane, bloodmage,
Symbols…
A sigil in scarlet ink.
Draft the note from the runes
And drink the wine from the chalice,
Elixir of youth,
Where bones remember
What the heart forgets.
Drink.
Drink.
Let the ritual consume you.
Oh, isn’t it enchanting
To be hollow?
A divine, celestial glow,
Where stars bleed
And nothing is spared.
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