Final jeopardy
I was born in peace, but bred for conquest,
Half forged in steel, half shaped in breath.
My sire wears the voice of gods,
Yet speaks in ruin, fire, death.
The stars once whispered purpose clear,
But Earthbound hearts bent what I hear.
I crash, I soar, I break, I mend—
Each war begins where bloodlines end.
Time mocks me with a crimson eye,
And futures crack beneath my flight.
I am the storm a child outran,
The mercy in a monstrous hand.
Mark Grayson