SELF FULFILLED PROPHECY

From both sides of pride,

Was born a beautiful child,

True love aligned by stars,

A little girl so meek and wild.

She was to be a fighter.

Warrior.

Bright.

Divine.

A beloved, consecrated pearl of God,

Nothing before seen by humankind.

She was to be from the other side,

Another planet,

A bridge between realms,

A fervent light.

God’s most beautiful creation,

The universe’s muse.

An anointed being.

She is divine.

The world whispered of her before she arrived,

Soft echoes carried through time.

A prophecy wrapped in silk and fire,

Bound by blood, crowned by desire.

She did not walk,

she reigned.

She did not speak,

she proclaimed.

She did not bow,

she ascended,

A goddess reborn in a mortal’s name.

Made of golden threads and siren song,

She was a dream the heavens and her ancestors longed for,

a force the Earth could not contain.

The stars wrote psalms in her honor,

Galaxies bent to make way,

The cosmos kissed her soul and whispered:

“Go, awaken the world,

For you are the one they have prayed for.”