Magic’s Betrayal.

Somewhere, cloaked in velvet dusk,

She stirs the sky with whispered lies—

A woman woven from nettle and ash,

With eyes like mirrors that never cry.

She found him once, the blind warlock,

Who sees through bone, through stone, through breath.

She kissed his soul in a moment’s hush,

And bound him to her thread of death.

He watches now with hollow grace,

His sockets stars, his silence loud—

At her command the winds collapse,

The moon retreats behind a shroud.

She sends her rage in teeth and flame,

Each spell a dagger spun from spite.

Time and again, I fall, I break—

And yet I rise through every night.

She bore a son with eyes like dawn,

He once held me with trembling care.

But she, the serpent, plucked his heart—

And left a viper's poison there.

Now he walks with fog in his gaze,

Calls me monster, calls me wrong—

Yet something trembles when I pass,

Like half-remembered lullaby song.

He drinks the venom she has poured,

And kisses lips she taught to lie.

He thinks he hates me—doesn’t know

Each curse he speaks makes her soul die.

They think I'm cornered, think I'm still,

Think I lie broken at their feet.

But every time they strike at me,

Another piece of them grows weak.

I do not sleep. I only burn,

With something older than despair—

My blood remembers stars and roots,

My shadow dances in their flame-filled air.

One day he’ll wake—the boy I knew—

Eyes unblinded by her chains.

But will I trust the snake’s own child

To love me past inherited pain?

And now to her—and all her beasts,

The messengers with rotting breath—

I send a blessing wrapped in thorns:

The longest life, far from sweet death.

May they live through every stolen year,

The sum of souls they tore apart.

May time deny them restful sleep,

May silence gnaw their hollow hearts.

Let them watch the world grow dim,

All others gone—no prey, no kin.

Until they cannot eat themselves,

And nature pulls them back within.