The Unseen Breath (Slyvern's Lament)

I move where no light remembers my name,

In seams of sky where old laws fray.

They call it progress, they call it flame—

But I remember fear had a shape to obey.

Steel wings rise where silence once lay,

Born from bargains I should erase.

I watched them learn what dragons could take,

And now they build what should not wake.

I was the hush in the marrow of night,

The closing of lungs without fight—

Now they map the sky with wire and breath,

Calling it survival while courting our death.

And Isolde—

Why do you linger near their flame?

Why does their fragile noise carry your name?

You should have ended the line when you had the chance…

Now you mistake their warmth for the edge of the end.

And I cannot let that remain.

I remember the war when skies turned red,

When brood-things swarmed like thoughts that fled.

I bent the wind just to keep us alive,

With humans who should not have survived.

They think I forget what I gave that cause—

But every alliance was breaking our laws.

Now every sky they carve from the blue

Is a ledger of what I must undo.

They name him Strongcastle like stone won’t fall,

But I see the fracture inside it all.

A thread in a widening seam—

A mortal who still believes he can dream.

And Isolde—

You mistake hesitation for grace,

While they build their future in air and space.

He is not one man, but a sign in the storm—

A door left open where change takes form.

And I will not let it define.

No banners… no battle… no sound to betray,

Just absence where certainty used to stay.

A silence that slips through the seams of their schemes,

A breath held too long between fractured dreams.

I hear their engines inside the wind,

Each one a lesson I never intended.

And David… not crown, not name, not throne—

Just a pattern that spreads on its own.

If I leave him standing, the sky will agree—

And every horizon will cease to be free.

I do not hate what they become, no…

I hate I once helped the flow.

A mercy, a lie I could not resist—

And now it insists it exists.

And Isolde—

Still you drift where their engines climb,

Mistaking ascent for something divine.

But I have chosen the cost of the fall…

To preserve what they no longer recall.

David is the proof I cannot allow—

A future I refuse to permit now.

And when the sky loses its dangerous art…

It will not remember it had heart.

So I move where no light remembers my name…

And I will not let the mistake remain.