The Architects of Fire and Flight

She stands upon the mirror of the shore,

Where silent battles haunt her steps no more.

No gentle drift, but calculated will,

The core of freedom, absolute and still.

​The crimson dress, a banner in the breeze,

Defies the shadows hidden in the trees.

Like every gull that rides the rising air,

She broke the chains of sorrow and despair.

​This moment is the fruit of iron thought,

A sanctuary in the silence bought.

The chaos of the wings, a feathered crown,

Reflects the fortress that she tore right down.

​She is not waiting for a tide to turn,

But holds the truths her lonely spirit learned.

And in this sunset, fierce and unbroken red,

She knows the path ahead, the future she has bred.

​She breathes the salt, the promise in the sky,

And lets the past among the lost waves die.

An Architect of Fire, and born of Light,

She claims the victory of her own flight.