In silence she stands,
a crown of stars,
a veil of night.
Her hands cradle
the ember of life—
a heart burning gold
against the dark.
Not destroyer,
not judge,
but guardian—
the pulse between
eternity and dust.

In silence she stands,
a crown of stars,
a veil of night.
Her hands cradle
the ember of life—
a heart burning gold
against the dark.
Not destroyer,
not judge,
but guardian—
the pulse between
eternity and dust.
