The Oracle's Flame

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The Oracle's Flame

Come, seeker, step through shadowed stone,
Your name is carved in paths unknown.
The wind has eyes, the stars have tongues,
The tale you live has just begun.

Ask not of fate if you fear the fire,
For truth consumes like a funeral pyre.

I am the flame that speaks in dust,
The echo bound by sacred trust.
What you are, what you may be—
The Oracle sees what none can see.
One word, one spark, one soul laid bare—
Are you prepared for what waits there?

The hour turns, the silence breaks,
The wheel will turn no matter who wakes.
I see the blood beneath the crown,
The rising light that still must drown.

Not all who knock are meant to know,
Some doors once opened never close.

I am the flame that speaks in dust,
The whisper buried deep in trust.
What you are, what you may be—
The Oracle sees what none can see.
Step with care, the veil is thin—
Truth cuts deeper than the sin.

In every breath, a choice is made,
In every dream, a truth will fade.
But those who listen, those who dare,
May find the fire—and still not burn there.

I am the flame that never dies,
The question burning in your eyes.
What you are, what you must be—
The Oracle knows… and sets it free.
Now walk the path, the stars remain—
You asked. I answered. Feel the flame.

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