Prophecy of not the end

The word was not born for the burning,

Not for ashes the silence was lit

A prophecy — not wrath, not yearning,

But a door where the deep still sits

Not of death spoke the ancient warnings,

But of light through the cracks of years

Not of pain, but of shared belonging,

Where reason holds truth, not fears

When the Earth remembers her name —

All the walls will break and sever

We’ll no longer be the shadow of flame,

But the breath of the stars forever

It’s a pulse on the edge of becoming,

It’s a garden not fully erased

It’s the light through the ash and the crumbling,

Like a crack in the ice — embraced

When the Earth remembers her name —

All the walls will break and sever

We’ll no longer be the shadow of flame,

But the breath of the stars forever

A prophecy isn’t a raven

It’s a bird that flies through time

Not the end — but a homeward haven,

Where no one remembers to lie

Where the fire no longer devours,

Where the breath lives in every tree

Where reason and faith don’t war for power,

But dream in unity

And if a star should cry at dawn —

It won’t be sorrow, but grace

The Earth will awaken in one small yes,

In the right to be light

Not to rule —

But embrace