By candle’s flicker and moon’s dim glow,

A secret vow where shadows grow.

Two hands clasped in solemn bond,

A sacred pledge, unyielding, strong.

The blade gleams sharp, a fleeting sting,

A drop of life, a sacred thing.

Blood flows, a thread of fire,

Binding hearts with fierce desire.

No words can break what steel has sealed,

A truth to time and stars revealed.

Through storm and sun, through ash and stone,

The oath is ours, and ours alone.

Yet in the pact, a price is sown,

For blood demands its weight in bone.

The tether pulls, the promise cries,

A bond that lives, a bond that dies.

So tread this path with heart of steel,

For blood will bind, and blood will heal.

But heed the whispers, dark and vast—

A pact once made shall ever last.