Born of light
But shadow-bound
The sun it burns
The dark underground
Radiance cracks like a brittle crown
Hunted by the church’s creed
Their totems bleed
Their scriptures feed
On fear
On flame
On broken need
I am a Solshade
The cursed
The divine
They seek to snuff what’s truly mine
Light and shadow
A tethered line
I am a Solshade
That’s not a crime
Crystal towers hum and glow
Mana flows
But hearts grow cold
A gift to all
Yet the debt I owe
Blades of zeal
They carve my name
An outlaw saint
A heretic’s flame
The light they worship is not the same
What is pure
What is right
When truth is buried in endless night
I am a Solshade
The cursed
The divine
Light and shadow
Bound in twine
I walk that edge
And call it mine