The Seer Knelt Not V2

The Seer Knelt Not

She stood where no path ever led,
With raven hair and words like thread.
The wind grew still, the sky turned wide,
As if the world itself had died.

She spoke no louder than a sigh,
Yet mountains moved and rivers dried.
The stars bowed low, the moon turned pale—
For she had torn the future’s veil.

The Seer knelt not, she does not pray,
She knows what waits at end of day.
She walks with fire beneath her feet,
She speaks, and endings taste like sweet.
The Seer knelt not—
She chooses what to meet.

Her eyes held storms too old to name,
Her blood was ink, her breath a flame.
No god could sway, no man could tame,
The one who sees through all the shame.

Stone remembers, water learns,
The wheel will stop, the circle turns.
From first to last, from dust to spark,
The Seer sees within the dark.

The Seer knelt not, she walked alone,
With fate etched deep into her bone.
She sang the fall of kings and lands,
With burning truth held in her hands.
The Seer knelt not—
And still she stands.