Sage Of The Shadows

She walks where sunlight dares not gleam,
A voice of fire, a golden dream.
Yet shadows whisper, pull her tight,
Blind to her wings, deaf to her light.

She climbs through glass, she shapes the sky,
Yet echoes swear she won’t fly high.
They praise the past, they bind the now,
Still tracing rules time won’t allow.

Their eyes are closed, yet still they see,
A painted fate she’ll never be.
She builds her world, she writes her name,
Yet still, they call it just a game.

But storms will rise, and winds will break,
The glass will bend but will not shake.
For chains once forged will fall and fade,
And she will stand where thrones were laid.