She Spoke in Fire

She Spoke in Fire

She came from smoke, from bloodless stone,
Where no one walks and winds have flown.
With eyes that held the birth of stars,
She whispered truths behind old scars.

She wore no crown, she wore no chain,
Just threads of dust and threads of rain.
She heard the scream the earth once gave,
And saw the name on every grave.

She spoke in fire, low and deep,
Of dreams that die and souls that sleep.
The flame obeyed, the storm stood still—
For hers was fate, and hers was will.
Oh Seer…
She burns, and yet she feels no chill.

She does not kneel, she does not break,
She knows what every silence takes.
She hums in tones that stars forgot,
She names the ones that time will rot.

Thread by thread, bone to breath,
She dances close to life and death.
One eye blind, the other wide,
She sees the storm we hide inside.

She spoke in fire, sharp and clear,
She told the gods what they should fear.
The sky turned dark, the ground grew still—
For she alone can bend the will.
Oh Seer…
The voice that fate cannot kill.