I tread the road where shadows wail,
whispering doubts like an ancient tale
“Settle,” they cry, “in the comfort of less,”
but my soul, aflame, will not acquiesce
I am the forge, the fire, the spark,
a luminous force igniting the dark
where others see endings, I see the bloom,
turning ashes into gardens, despair to a tune
Let them scoff, let them sneer,
their disapproval is the price of clear
for I am an alchemist, bound to transform,
breaking the mold, birthing the storm
Bridges blaze beneath my stride,
their embers whisper, “You’ve survived.”
and though the chasm yawns, vast and wide,
new paths emerge where truth abides
Not all will walk this sacred way,
few can dance where the bold hearts stay
but those who hum the same fierce song,
will rise with me, where we belong
To settle is death, a quiet decay,
I choose the fire, the radiant way
for in the crucible, I am made whole,
a mystical phoenix embodying the soul
So let them falter, let them misunderstand,
I am the architect of this promised land
and though the old may crumble, dissolve,
new realms of wonder will evolve
I burn for truth, I rise for love,
a beacon below, a force above
the alchemy of my sacred stance,
it is the magic of the cosmic dance—-
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