Runes in Her Skin

Verse 1 She walks where the cedar shadows bend, Ashlyne Whitlock — blood and kin, Cousin born of older fire, Keeper of the whispered choir. Lantern glow in a cabin low, Old bone charms in a row, Dust and scripture, ash and gin, Ancient prayers beneath her skin. Pre-Chorus She don’t speak loud, she don’t pretend, But every curse knows where to land. Chorus Oh Ashlyne Whitlock, runes in her skin, Bless with a whisper, damn with a grin, Warm like a hearth when you’re called her own, Cold as the grave when you cross her home. She guards her blood with tooth and flame, Heaven knows her — hell knows her name. Verse 2 Ink carved deep in sacred lines, Old-world marks and warning signs, Symbols etched in midnight black, Turn a bullet, send it back. She hunts at dawn where frost still clings, Tracks the buck through brittle things, Rifle steady, breathing slow, She thanks the life before it goes. Pre-Chorus But cross her kin, step out of place, You’ll feel her shadow on your face. Chorus Oh Ashlyne Whitlock, runes in her skin, Mercy for love, ruin for sin, She’ll pour you tea with gentle hands, Or salt the earth where you stand. She guards her blood with tooth and flame, Heaven knows her — hell knows her name. Bridge (low, haunting) In the dark she draws her lines, Chalk and blood and ancient signs, Murmurs words too old to trace, Calls protection into place. For Duke’s iron, for Pearl’s light, For Aiden lost in endless night, For Terry’s scars and borrowed name, She binds their fate in unseen flame. Final Chorus (strong, raw) Oh Ashlyne Whitlock, storm in lace, Shadow dancing grace to grace, Tattooed psalms and hunter’s eyes, Truth in her hands, no disguise. Warm as summer by the fire’s glow, But pray you’re never her enemy, no. Outro (soft, eerie) When wolves cry thin beyond the ridge, And something moves beneath the bridge, It ain’t just wind through timber and rock — It’s the quiet watch of Whitlock.