The Seer Speaks V2

The Seer Speaks

The fire bends when she draws near,
She speaks in tones the earth can hear.
With hollow breath and clouded eyes,
She pulls the truth from hidden skies.

[Verse 2]
No parchment holds the things she sees,
They drift like ash on ghosted breeze.
The stars align, then break apart—
She holds the echo of each start.

The Seer speaks, and shadows bow,
She tells of what was not 'til now.
No blade, no war, no lie can stay,
When she speaks the end into the day.
She speaks…
And all we are begins to sway.

She does not plead, she does not pray,
She sees the path and marks the way.
A voice like wind through cedar groves,
She sings what even silence knows.

Bone and feather, stone and flame—
Every fate she knows by name.
Time may falter, kingdoms fall—
But the Seer remembers all.

The Seer speaks, the world stands still,
She bends the dark to match her will.
No mercy here, no sweet disguise—
Just ancient fire in mortal guise.
She speaks…
And truth becomes the final prize.