Oracle
She would walk right into hell
Just to light her torch.
She drags forgotten things
Into the never, screaming
Canticles of corpses.
They call her monster, demon,
And she revels in their fear,
Draining power from their hate.
She knows the serpent's promise
Was a blessing, not a curse.
She scatters ashes, watches
Seedlings sprout and flourish in her wake.
She brought down the tower,
Tore up the gilded lily,
Revealed what lay beneath -
The brazen head still whispering
Its truth against the world.
Threads unwound on broken looms,
A tapestry of entropy
For her to weave again in stranger forms.