The Last Standing

The sky clears.

But it’s not the same.

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Ash still falls from broken air,

Mountains split beyond repair,

Ocean boils in distant glare —

Aftershock.

Red burns steady in my veins,

Black coils silent in the same,

Two infernos share one name —

Mine.

I feel the void beneath my breath,

Not corruption, not just death,

But every version I’ve been left —

With.

This world survived because I chose

Not to let the darkness close,

Now it trembles as it knows —

I remain.

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I’m the last sun standing,

Fire and shadow commanding,

World nearly tore from our landing —

But I held it.

Red and black now intertwined,

Grief and hope in one design,

If there must be a line —

I am it.

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Storm clouds bend around my frame,

Ground ignites without a flame,

Reality still speaks my name —

Carefully.

I walk where suns once split the sky,

Carry both the why and why,

Not the man I was — not the one who died —

Something more.

Lucien kneels in distant ruin,

Sees the shift in what I’m doing,

This isn’t wrath I’m pursuing —

It’s balance.

But balance feels like weight of stone,

Every timeline I have known

Lives inside a single throne —

My chest.

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I’m the last sun standing,

No more fracture expanding,

Two worlds nearly disbanding —

Because of us.

If this flame must light the dark,

If I carry every scar,

Then let the heavens mark —

What I’ve become.

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(Guitars slam, drums thunder)

I DIDN’T WIN —

I SURVIVED.

I DIDN’T CONQUER —

I COMBINED.

RED AND VOID —

ONE DESIGN.

(SCREAM)

I’M THE LAST SUN STANDING!

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I’m the last sun standing,

Ash and eclipse commanding,

No more sky left demanding —

Sacrifice.

If strength means bearing both the flame,

If peace still carries pain,

Then let them speak my name —

As one.

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The world steadies.

The sky glows red —

With a shadow at its core.

And I stand.

Alone.