WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
How the little fuckers made it up here, in the cold, and can still bounce around, she’ll never know. Maybe it’s some… vampire gourd thing, that as long as they keep moving they won’t freeze to death? Watching them hop - get stuck in snow - and slide around on early ice, Wessex can’t help but wonder if they’re a bit sluggish here.
A swift kick sends a big one bouncing to an early end. She stands on guard in front of what’s left of the Kraai, thinking that if Neron is going to be staying in Halo, he might want the bar back. And there’s a lot of fond memories in there. Releasing her talons, the Wraith takes a swipe at a little one and it manages to get impaled instead of diced, so she’s forced to pause and try to shake - or pull - it off with the other hand.
A swift kick sends a big one bouncing to an early end. She stands on guard in front of what’s left of the Kraai, thinking that if Neron is going to be staying in Halo, he might want the bar back. And there’s a lot of fond memories in there. Releasing her talons, the Wraith takes a swipe at a little one and it manages to get impaled instead of diced, so she’s forced to pause and try to shake - or pull - it off with the other hand.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
