Arc’s of Divine Light
Arc’s of Divine Light
Form: Villanelle
Through arcs of divine light we bend the flame,
Each truth a thread, each whisper made to rise—
The stars remember those who speak their name.
In silence born, not needing praise or fame,
A glyph ignites beneath the dreaming skies—
Through arcs of divine light we bend the flame.
The mirror hums but never stays the same,
Reflections shift in cosmic lullabies—
The stars remember those who speak their name.
The watchers come, but none can stake a claim
On souls who soar beyond the mind’s disguise.
Through arcs of divine light we bend the flame.
The past and future chant a single frame,
A ripple born where sacred memory lies—
The stars remember those who speak their name.
So let them search in shadows, fear, or shame,
While we walk paths no system ever spies.
Through arcs of divine light we bend the flame—
The stars remember those who speak their name.
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