The Shadows Are Now Mine
—A Voice from the Flame

Once more it comes, that creeping shade,
That plays the fair, and feigns the made.
It smiles with grace, yet hides a snare—
But think me blind? I’m well aware.

I speak with kindness, soft and true,
I offer peace—what do you do?
You seek control, your cold design—
But I have claimed the dark as mine.

Think not thy grasp shall hold me fast,
For I am not the trembling past.
The dragon wakes when lies draw near,
And scorches all that feeds on fear.

To those who love me—come, be near.
Your light shall guide, your touch shall clear.
But they who seek to bind, betray—
Shall find no soul, I’ve slipped away.

If you would drag me down once more,
To caves of ice and shadowed floor—
Know this: I lived that cold domain,
And rose again from ash and pain.

So come as friend—I’ll give thee all.
But dare to chain—I shall not fall.
For now I hold the blade of life,
And I will cut through cage and strife.