The Crownless Path

The Crownless Path

Not in gold, nor stone, nor flame,
Will you find your hidden name.
The crown is dust, the throne is air—
The one who walks is always there.

You are the question left unread,
The echo of what once was said.
Follow not the trail of kings,
But listen to the wind that sings.

A light will rise without a sun,
A war be fought with sword of none.
The key you hold was never made,
It forms itself when truth won’t fade.

Three shadows speak and none will lie,
Yet still the truth may pass you by.
One walks forward, one walks round,
And one is never truly found.

You are the question left unread,
The echo of what once was said.
No throne, no chain, no fate, no wrath—
Just stars above... and the crownless path.

Power is not in rule or reign.
It lives in those who walk unnamed.