The Wraith

There once was a girl stolen from her home

Renamed Lynx and ordered to forget

Trapped in a cage and forbade to roam

Swathed in silk and whispered threats

Unbound by her own desperate plea

Now dressed in black and armed with a knife

Out of the cage but still not free

Given a new life

Because she was not a Lynx

Or a poor soul abandoning her faith

Nor a weak creature bearing a jynx

But a woman turned Wraith


@sixofcrowsnet heist: kaz brekker + angsty edit

“jordie was lying next to him, staring at the sky.
                          “don’t leave me,” kaz wanted to say,
but he was too tired. 
so he laid his head on jordie’s chest.”