She Who Rises with Flame

By Julie Makhoul

She stands where thunder bows its head, 

A goddess cloaked in twilight's thread.

Her gaze commands the storm to hush, 

Her breath a hymn, her pulse a rush.

The phoenix arcs in molten grace, 

Its wings ablaze with time's embrace. 

Feathers fall like sacred notes, 

Each one a vow the cosmos wrote.

She wears the moon upon her brow, 

A crown of stars, a sacred vow. 

Her skirt, a bloom of fire and rain, 

Her silence sings, her stillness reigns.

No mortal tale can hold her name, 

She is the spark, the ash, the flame. 

Where petals burn and echoes swell, 

She rises — whole, invincible.

By Julie Makhoul