Member Poem

The blade of fate arcs high, then low,
A clockwork clash, a crimson glow.
Between the bounds of hope and fear,
We rise, we break, we disappear.

The air ignites in searing screams,
A war of wounds, of fractured dreams.
Yet in the ash where echoes wane,
A pulse persists beyond the pain.

The past uncoils in gilded chains,
A tethered ghost in shifting veins.
Yet forward swings the breath of dawn,
Defying death, defying pawn.

Each fall, a forge; each loss, a light,
We learn to dance within the fight.
For walls can crush and gates can close,
But hearts defy what shackles chose.

So let the pendulum descend,
Let time distort, let steel suspend.
For in the silence, past the toll—
We stand, unbowed, unbound, whole.