Thank you @allw3doisadvert1se for the comm! đź’ś
"Upon your altar, cold as stone,
I lay down all I thought my own.
This golden wreath, once bound to me,
Now bends before eternity.
No law of mine, no scepter’s might,
Can weave the stars or birth the light.
No throne endures, no walls remain,
Where time and dust make kings the same.
O Starweaver, thread the sky,
And weave my soul where truth won’t die.
No sovereign hand but Yours commands,
No justice flows but through Your hands.
I held the world, yet held but sand,
A fleeting crown, a trembling hand.
But You, O Weaver, vast and high,
Have stitched the dawn, have named the sky.
Let kingdoms fall and banners break,
Let all I built dissolve and wake—
For greater still, Your law shall be,
The only throne, eternity."
Written by my good friend Etherial who I made Sed a cultist of. Her sona is a deity.
Thanks for working on this, Vi!
