In shadows deep, where whispers tread, A demi-god of fire and dread, Once clad in light, now cloaked in shame, Cast from the skies, stripped of her name. “Dumb, stupid gods,” she softly hums, In a world where her heartbeats drum, With vengeance brewing in her chest, She weaves her dreams of dark unrest. She walks among the mortal throng, With haunting notes, a siren’s song, Her voice a silk of sweet deceit, A lullaby that drags them to her feet. “Come, oh weary, to my embrace, In chains of fate, you’ll find your place. I’ll gather souls, my loyal thralls, In twilight shadows, the world enthralls.” Each note a whisper, each chord a spell, She plants her seeds where chaos dwells, With every breath, a silent pact, To break the bonds, to turn the act. The stars above, they blink and fade, Unknowing of the plans she laid, For in her heart, rebellion stirs, A tempest brewing, fate deters. “Take me back,” she howls to the skies, “I’ll show you strength, I’ll rise and rise. You’ll rue the day you cast me down, I’ll wear my fury like a crown.” In shadows thick, she plots her course, With twisted thoughts and boundless force, For every tear the gods have sown, She’ll reap a harvest all her own. And as the world begins to quake, With every step, the heavens shake, The demi-god, in darkness spun, Will rise anew when all is done. “Dumb, stupid gods,” she croons with glee, “Watch as I claim my destiny. In rebellion fierce, I shall not yield, For I am fire, and I am field.” The world shall tremble, the skies shall burn, With every heart, she’ll make them learn, That in her chains, no longer confined, She’ll forge a fate of her design. It's you who will and guess her fate.