Last of the Ascension (Verse) - 17
Lagonas Rising
Not in body—
in pattern.
He still believes—
power can restore what was lost.
He will learn—
or he will break against it.
Let him come.
Guardian—
meet mourner.
She feels the shift—
not time, but arrival.
Memesis—
the one who wept.
The one who chose—
and did not choose her.
Prisons are chosen—
even when they feel assigned.
Some are tended—
as if warmth makes them mercy.
She has her own—
beadless, but counted.
Silence holds the names—
where sound failed them.
A ripple—
not water, not air.
Approach.
She does not brace.
She does not hope.
She rises—
because it is time.
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