Transcendence
Once upon a dying moon
Of ash and ember, burning plume
She watches silently, never sleeps
The universe's secrets is what she keeps
Shades of violet, then of gold
She will see the unforetold
Guessing will always be the excuse,
Of why she knows every truth
Under shadow, cloaked in doubt
They watch the lie fold inside out
Unnamed her people will always be
The perfect future they'll never see
Haunting screams from the abyss
The prophecy will stand amiss
-Christina (Rhade's Rose)