I'm Free (Whispered From The Void)

By Lee Alexander

I do not kneel to heaven’s throne,

Nor to the fire where demons groan.

Their war of words is dust upon my tongue

Their songs silenced before they’re sung.

No halo binds this exasperated head,

No serpent’s coil beneath my bed.

The light is cruel, the dark, a lie

Both watched me break and pass me by.

I walked the razors edge where silence screams,

Where time dissolves, and gods have dreams.

They offered me chains in different names

Salvation’s mask, damnation’s flames.

Then came a voice of feathered breath,

A caw that stitched the seams of death:

“I am the raven, soul unbound,

I feast on fate where none are crowned.

No side I serve, no throne I trust,

I rise from ash, from blood, from dust.”

But I—I am the breath between.

The space where none reign, all unseen.

No master claims this void-born soul,

I cast aside their shattered roles.

A raven’s soul, mine unclaimed by fate,

I feed on death, I watch, I wait.

My wings are ink, my caw, the end

I am no foe, I am no friend.

I slit the seams of fate’s own thread,

Danced on the superficial shell I shed.

Let kingdoms rot, let heavens fade,

I owe no vow.

I am. I see.

I bleed no more.

I’m truly free.

By Lee Alexander