Little Ithaquan chick stepping into the chill,
Her drab olive tunic exposing bones to ill-
Ness shes hard pressed to find shelter and warmth,
Before the frost sets in and her state digress'

So she retreats to the Cephyreid since the Catwalk was bare,
Like the blank winter trees over millions of hectares,
Seeking heat from Wardens teat she approaches the bartender,
But novices lack the funds to be serious spenders,
Then he stalks in the room, creeping in like the night,
"Dont worry" he laughs, "Im not going to bite,"
He hands her a mug as shes settling in,
A smile on their faces, their drinks to the brim,
She thanks him profusely as the heat melts the cold,
"Id offer you something but I have no gold,"
"Worry not," he chimes, his voice sure and curt,
As he inches his hands up the inside her skirt,
She fumes silently waiting for him to start explainin,
"Im Draven baby, Im a player and you be playen"

So she got on her knees and she started prayin,
Cause she met the devil and his name was Draven.

He leads the drunk youngling to the foot of his home,
Little did she know they were going to bone,
He ushers and locks her in his dark cool chamber
Like a fever, hot and sudden, she felt an imminent danger
He slithers toward her, intent in his eyes
His hands pin her shoulders, his knees trap her thighs,
Now hes hovering above her and whispers in her ear,
"This is going to help your guild career"
He presumes to consume her, eating at her soul,
Tearing her flesh, devouring her whole,
Through tears and sobs she murmurs, her breath less laboured,
"All I ever wanted was to be guild favoured"
And I know your thinking this story is an obscenity,
But that little Ithaquan chick, yah, I was she.

So I got on my knees and I started prayin
Cause I met the devil and his name was Draven

Now when Im in Ith-a-qua its es-pec-ially cold
Cause Draven gon we-nt and ate my soul

Uh, when Im in Ith-a-qua its es-pec-ially cold
Cause that Draven gon we-nt and ate my soul

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Vita, in the year 599 AD.