Work Text:
Cradle Song
Sing a song of Vengeance
A bucket full of Hive
Seven eggs of Riven
Are still alive
When the eggs were opened
The Whims began to sing
Wasn't that a dainty dish
For the Taken King
Savathun was lying
Thinking she was funny
Mara Sov was trying
To be dragon mummy
Oryx on the Dreadnaught
Is so very dead
Be good whims or Eris Morn
Will chop off your head
