This is a uncrying testament to guide the path No name remained to echo back But still I climbed, through storm and scar To find the place where endings are No angels sang, no demons wept No crown restored What silence kept Yet breath by breath, I rose again From ash From bone, beyond the end I do not march for heaven's gate Nor fall beneath the weight of hate I walk alone, (through flame and dust) Not seeking power, only trust Let the stars forget my name Let no one praise, let none remain The fire knows, the silence speaks What swords destroy, the soul completes No thrones, no tombs, no sacred land Just who I am and where I stand The world still spins, the myths still grow But truth survives in undertow I needed not their final word My steps alone were always heard I do not beg for fate to see What I became was always me Let every wound, (and flame, and fall) Declare: I lived beyond it all Let no stone mark what I became Let silence carry forth the flame What shattered me, rebuilt me whole Not in the flesh, but in the soul No temple, (crown, or last lament) Just this: My crimson testament Neither glory nor end, only permanence