I am the princess,
of braided hope and scorched lace.
Locked in towers
too fragile for my blaze.

I am the dragon,
with scales of no, wings of why.
Breathing truth hotter
than their blatant lies.

I am the brave prince,
not with roses, but rage.
Riding not to rescue,
but to turn the page.

I am truth in myth,
rewritten in these roles.
No longer chained by stories,
a fate to be told.

I am the flame.
At last unsealed.
Razing the tower
to the earth revealed.

I wear the crown.
I wield the flame.
I fly toward worlds
they never dared to name.

Dedicated to my aunt who passed away this weekend. We may be forged in loss and remembered in flame, but also crowned in memory.