Within a shadowed court, where shadows play, A changeling dwells, a creature born of night, His heart a battlefield, where loyalties sway, Torn 'twixt dark queen's command and friendship's light. For her, he spies, his face a mask of guile, His words like poisoned daggers, sharp and keen, Yet in his soul, a flicker, a faint smile, For comrades true, a bond unseen, between. He walks a razor's edge, a treacherous line, Betraying friends to serve a wicked throne, Each whispered secret, a venomous sign, A heavy burden, silently he's known. But darkness holds no solace for his soul, A changeling's plight, beyond his own control.