🕯 Title: Crown of the Forsaken

You, above all angels, wise and crowned in flame,

You, betrayed by fate, cast out without a name.

Prince of exile, fallen — yet you never broke,

Victorious still, in shadow’s holy cloak.

Healer of the pain that man cannot conceal,

Ruler of the depths where silent truths reveal.

You wed the womb of Death, and from that cruel bride

You bore mad Hope — the wind that will not die.

You spark the pride in eyes condemned to swing,

Their final gaze defying earthly kings.

You walk through vaults where jealous gods have sealed

The stones of power, hidden and concealed.

Glory to you, not in Heaven’s fading light —

But in the deep, where dark becomes our right.

In cursed flame and shattered grace,

You wear the crown none dare replace.

You gave us fire, and weaponed mortal clay,

To rise and strike where angels fell away.

You marked the greedy with a brand of shame,

And named the outcast with forgotten names.

In fallen women’s eyes, your altar gleams —

A saint of ruins, prophet of lost dreams.

You are the staff of exiles, voice of chained,

The one who listens when all hope is drained.

Glory to you, not in Heaven’s glare —

But in the abyss, where the bold still dare.

Father of the rebels, flame of the betrayed,

Crown of the forsaken, undismayed.

Tenebrae invictae… Lux eversae...

(Unconquered darkness... Light, overturned...)