The Seer’s Breath

The Seer’s Breath

In the hollow where no birds fly,
She waits with stars behind her eye.
Her breath is frost, her words are flame,
She speaks the void and calls its name.

She walks where light and shadow merge,
She hums the sound before the surge.
The earth will crack, the sky will bend—
But she will see beyond the end.

The Seer breathes and mountains shake,
She sings the world for truth’s own sake.
No king, no priest can twist her tone,
She stands between the flesh and bone.
The Seer breathes—
And nothing stays unknown.

Her dreams are made of shattered glass,
Each shard a future come to pass.
She does not beg, she does not weep,
She sees us even in our sleep.

Ash to ash, and thread to thread,
She knows the voices of the dead.
Fire speaks, and rivers run,
All beneath the Seer’s sun.

The Seer breathes—time folds in two,
She names what we could never do.
With whispered song and fearless eyes,
She pulls the truth from all the lies.
The Seer breathes—
And fate itself replies.