Three blood moons hung in calibrated line, A ritual written in negative shine. Heaven hemorrhaged, slow and precise, I watched it happen. I did it twice. I’ve lived in rooms where silence bites, Where love arrives but never fights. Sweet on the tongue, but sharp in creed, I starve a weakness before I bleed. Pre-Chorus I don’t collapse. I contract. Pull every feeling tight and exact. If I desire, I do not plead. I plant the outcome like a seed. Chorus Under crimson orbit light, I shed my skin without a fight. Ash in my lungs, gold in my vein, I metabolize my pain. No savior stood beneath that sky. I built the wings. I chose to fly. Three red moons, and still I rise. Soft in voice. Severe in eyes. Verse II You wanted warmth without the edge, A vow without the sharpened pledge. But I am covenant and cost, Desire gained is comfort lost. I learned that love must face a test, Or it decays inside the chest. So I withdraw before I break, A queen does not negotiate. Pre-Chorus I do not chase what hesitates. I let it orbit. I set the weight. If you can stand inside my night, Then you might earn my morning light. Chorus Three eclipses. Measured breath. I made a throne from living death. Bone to structure, grief to will, Turned the chaos into skill. Heaven can bleed. It does not scare. I’ve disciplined despair. When the sky goes dark and wide, That is where I reorganize. Bridge Phoenix is not spectacle flame. She is pattern. She is claim. She waits until the noise is gone, Then rewrites what was written wrong.
