QueenAdalyn
Grace forged in a crumbling world.
Grace forged in a crumbling world.
One man, one town, endless chatter.
Tentacles of iron, born from ruin.
The storm wears a boy’s face
The ground trembles before he rises
Blossoms rise where decay once dwelled
Gamble in shadows, swarm collects debt.
Static hums, his gaze never blinks
Assembled from scraps. Rewired to survive.
Through shifting winds, countless voices speak
Slips through cracks, survives on scraps.
Mafia born. Moves slow. Patience kills
Mafia born. Moves slow. Patience kills
Floats through ruins, a mystery in motion.
Architect of collapse. Builder of regret.
Four heads. Four conflicting prophecies
The Jacket Runs the Block.
Moonlit revenant with a morgue-born soul.
Deception dances where truth once slept.
Brass mask, soft heart, silent guardian.
Brass mask, soft heart, silent guardian.
Rides alone chased by his past.
Architect of collapse. Builder of regret.
Power broker behind the iron mask.
Raised by gypsies. Leaves no trace.
Honeyed notes in a hollow city.