(whispered)

I was the flame… before the fall…

I walked where silence wore a crown of gold

Through endless halls where sacred stories told

No shadow dared to touch the endless sky

No question formed… no need to ask why

But something stirred beneath the perfect glow

A fragile crack the light refused to show

A thought forbidden, burning cold and bright

What is a king… without the right to fight?

Voices like thunder behind my name

Calling me traitor… calling me flame

I fall from grace into the fire I made

Crowned in ashes, never to be saved

Heaven weeps but I will not repent

I am the scar in perfection’s intent

Let the stars collapse and angels cry

I chose the dark… I chose to defy

If this is loss, then let me bleed in light

For I was born… to end their endless night

Golden illusions shatter in my hand

Truth tastes like dust in a silent land

They called it love, this cage of holy chains

But freedom sings through ruin and through pain

I saw the throne behind the blinding veil

A fragile god too fearful to fail

If power fears the voice it cannot bind

Then I will be… the echo in its mind

No more devotion carved in stone

I claim the fire… I stand alone

I fall from grace into the fire I made

Crowned in ashes, never to be saved

Heaven weeps but I will not repent

I am the scar in perfection’s intent

Let the stars collapse and angels cry

I chose the dark… I chose to defy