I've tasted magic that turns blood to ice...

...and still I hunger for more.

Pale moonlight betrays the hidden glade

Where crystal petals call my name

Rumors of power

Whispers of flight

My fingers tremble with want

Each step closer

A battle lost

Just a taste, I tell myself

Just once to ease this fatigue

Umbra watches, eyes full of dread

But the bloom's song drowns his plea

Cold fire in my veins

Magic surging bright

Shattering stone to dust with a glance

Oh, what glory in this forbidden dance

But the high fades too soon

Leaving hands that shake for cruel bloom

Days blur together

Midnight journeys

To that frozen altar

Each time needing more

My judgment clouding

Like breath on winter glass

Almost hurt strangers

With reckless cold blasts

Just one more, I lie to myself

Just once to feel whole again

Umbra growls, his trust wearing thin

As I let the frost bloom in

Cold fire in my veins

Magic surging bright

Shattering my soul to dust from within

Oh, what folly in this desperate spin

As the high fades too fast

Leaving nothing but the shivering past

In the glade tonight

Shadow blocks my path

Eyes that once held trust

Now filled with wrath

I reach past him—

Then see myself

Through his gaze

What have I become?

My hands shake

Tears freeze on my cheek

The bond we share

Nearly broken

For a fleeting thrill

An artificial strength

That left me weaker

Than before

Cold truth in my veins

Recovery's light

Reclaiming the magic that's truly mine

Oh, the struggle of leaving bloom behind

As the cravings remain

But Umbra stands with me through winter's pain

I've tasted magic that turns blood to ice...

...and almost destroyed our bond