I rise in gold and scatter every fear,
paint the sky with hope that burns so clear.
Yet here we hover, locked in ancient truce—
I wait for dawn when dark dissolves in me.
I fold the world in silk no eye can pierce,
cradle secrets light would never nurse.
Yet here we hover, locked in ancient truce—
I wait for dusk when light dissolves in me.
My warmth invites the broken to be whole,
turns wounded soil to gardens of the soul.
But balance binds us, equal in our might—
I dream the day good drowns the final night.
My shadow heals what brightness cannot hold,
gives rest to hearts too fierce to bear the gold.
But balance binds us, equal in our might—
I dream the day evil claims the final light.
We circle, neither rising, neither slain,
a fragile ribbon stretched between the rain.
I hunger for the blaze that ends the game—
when every shadow bends and speaks my name.
We circle, neither rising, neither slain,
a velvet noose around the sun’s bright claim.
I hunger for the hush that ends the game—
when every spark is swallowed by my name.