Lady Revelation
Traydon Inspires • September 21, 2024
Lady Revealation
I am the dawn in the crimson rain,
Bound not by steel, but by desire,
Each link of chain a heartbeat of this world,
Each shackle a promise made and broken,
I wear my suffering like silk,
I hold the weight of this time in my hands.
The eclipse hides no secrets from me,
For I am the shadow and the light,
In this apocalypse, I am the revelation,
Not fallen, but risen in my entrapment,
I kiss the chains that bind me,
For they know me better than I know myself.
The rain does not wash me clean,
It baptizes me in the blood of the old world,
My wings are soaked, my dress heavy with its truth,
And yet I stand—
Not broken, but unyielding,
For in my chains, I have found the path to my becoming.
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