Victorious

Beneath the soil where light won’t tread,

I buried names, both mine and dead.

The worms have feasted, the roots have drunk,

Yet I remain, not lost, not sunk.

I swallowed poison meant to kill,

It shaped my heart into a will.

They carved me hollow, thought I’m gone,

But from the void, I pulled a dawn.

Mark me not with pity’s gaze.

I rose through fire, not through praise.

Each scar, a seal. Each bruise, a bind.

The old gods sleep, but I’ve not died.

I do not ask. I claim the thread.

I do not pray, I walk with dread.

Let luck come chained, fate kneels low,

Where I now stand, no winds shall blow.

Those who have cursed me fade to ash.

Their lies dissolve, and bindings crash.

For I have passed through loss and flame,

And now, I rise, unbowed, untamed.