The Black Angel’s Words (ice-breath, feather rasp, hollow echo) I am Varjhë Nýrr, frost-winged wanderer. Not fallen — for I never rose. I was carved in winter’s marrow, Bound not to heaven, Nor to the warm earth. I am the oath no fire melts, The shadow that keeps the light true. You seek mercy? Mercy is a summer tongue. I speak only truth — and truth cuts colder than steel. (slow inhale — frost crack) I guard the souls who walk between, The broken, the vow-sworn, Those who bled their names into snow. Child of wind-bone and night-root — Do not kneel. Walk with spine unbroken. The void fears the one Who stands alone in frost. (soft wing-rustle, low throat hum) Take oath in breath, In silence, In the marrow of your fear. What you lose, let fall. What you carry, carry unto death. What you love, protect with fang and whisper. I am not salvation. I am witness. I am the one who sees — and does not turn away. (whisper, like ice dust falling) Follow not light. Follow not dusk. Follow only the truth you birth At the blade-edge of sorrow. Rise, frost-blood. Rise, oath-bearer. Your shadow is your crown. Wear it, and walk. (wingbeat — fading snow-hiss)
