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.

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.”