Blade of Lightning

Beneath a shattered emerald sky,

A silent world is breathing light.

The moon hangs like a watching eye,

And shadows gather in the night.

Through flooded streets and glass-black rain,

I walk where fallen towers sleep.

The city wears a crown of flame,

Its broken hearts still beat beneath.

A cloak of midnight trails behind,

The storm has carved my name in stone.

With every step, the dark unwinds—

I face the place I once called home.

The heavens crack, the green fire calls,

A distant pulse beneath it all.

If I must cross this cursed unknown,

I’ll find the light or make my own.

Rise, rise, beneath the dying sun,

Through electric skies, we become one.

With a blade of lightning in my hand,

I’ll draw a dawn across this land.

Let the blackened towers hear me say:

The night will break, the night will break today.

The planet turns, a ghostly sphere,

Its rivers glowing in the void.

I hear the voices of the lost

In every spark the storm destroys.

No throne, no star, no promised gate,

Could pull me from this road ahead.

I carry every fallen fate,

And turn their silence into breath.

When the green clouds swallow every star,

When the past forgets who we are,

I’ll stand where earth and heaven bend,

A lone flame rising at the end.

Rise, rise, beneath the dying sun,

Through electric skies, we become one.

With a blade of lightning in my hand,

I’ll draw a dawn across this land.

Let the blackened towers hear me say:

The night will break, the night will break today.

The storm grows still, the waters shine,

A silver edge cuts through the night.

And in the ruins, line by line,

The world remembers how to light.