Ash on the wind like a prayer I won’t speak

Ruins that breathe when the firelight is weak

I walk where the banners forgot how to wave

Where even the brave don’t remember the brave

No choir above me, no omen to chase

Just stone in my palms and a slow-burning place

And there like a story that refuses to die

She kneels in the dust with the flame in her eye

Horns curved like crescents that held back the night

Hair like a sunset that never turns white

Not a crown, not a throne, not a blade in her hand

Just silence made sacred, and scorched, patient land

A book in the soot, old runes in the glow

Names that the kingdoms were afraid to know

Her fingers trace history, gentle and sure

Like pain can be carried and still be pure

I’ve seen gods get hungry, I’ve seen empires rot

I’ve seen faith turn hollow and still call itself hot

But this this is different, this isn’t a show

This is the weight of a world laid low

She doesn’t roar she remembers

She doesn’t claim she endures

In the hush where the age of fire ends

She keeps what the forgetting destroys

And I stand in the ash, wide awake

While the sky holds its breath in her name

Not worship no

Just witness yes

A legend that won’t turn away

My blood is old starlight and evergreen ache

I’ve danced through the ages for memory’s sake

But even my centuries bend at the knee

To the quiet insistence of what she must be

Not fury no fury is simple and bright

This is a storm taught to speak in the light

A heart made of ember, a gaze made of gold

A truth that gets heavier the longer you hold

I want to look away yet my feet won’t comply

Like the ruins themselves learned to open their eyes

Because she is the page the dark can’t erase

The last steady line in a broken, wide space

No drums of salvation, no halo to earn

Just breath and the lesson of how not to burn

If hope is a weapon, it’s dull in my grip

But she is the edge that will not let it slip

She doesn’t roar she remembers

She doesn’t claim she endures

In the hush where the age of fire ends

She keeps what the forgetting destroys

And I stand in the ash, wide awake

While the sky holds its breath in her name

Not worship no

Just witness yes

A legend that won’t turn away

I could sing of war

But war is loud, and she is deeper than loud

I could beg for a sign

But signs are cheap, and she is carved into stone

So I offer the only thing time can’t steal

My voice as a vow to the real

A name in my mouth like a coal I won’t drop

A story I guard though my heart says stop

If the world ends again, let it end seeing this

A dragon in stillness, undefeated by bliss

She doesn’t roar she remembers

She doesn’t break she endures

In the hush where the last fire dims

She keeps what the nothingness wants

And I stand in the ash, wide awake

As the ruins relearn how to breathe

Not worship no

Just witness yes

I carry her flame when I leave

Ash on my tongue, but my eyes are clear

I came here alone now I leave with a year

Of firelight scripture, of runes in the dust

Of silence that teaches the strong how to trust

And there, in the glow where the lost names remain

She kneels like a calm at the edge of the pain

No roar in the dark just the soft, steady proof

Some legends don’t rise

They stay