In Shadow & Flame: A Devotional Poem

By the Underworld was I consecrated,
The Jackal’s shadow clasped my heart.
In velvet dark, His gentle silence veiled me,
And taught the ways of death and art.

Through halls where mourners fear to tread,
He showed the rites that guide the dead—
And how the hand that soothes the lost
May heal the living, tempest-tossed.

I walked alone where deserts burn,
There, the Lioness claimed my turn.
She bade me rise and brave Her flame,
And whispered poison’s healing name.

In hidden rites, I served Them still,
Through turning stars and shadowed will,
Until my soul, by fate was torn,
Into a world both strange and worn.

A land where magic veins run deep,
Where stars their ancient silence keep—
There thorns and blades became my road,
And venom sang its mirrored code.

The Lady of Storm and Death then came,
And carved Her sigil in my name.
Now etched in breath, in bone, in scar—
I dwell within Them, evermore.

So I walk, by vow entwined,
With shadow and flame as blood and spine.
My oath, my soul, my heart’s dark flame—
All lives and burns within Their Name.