Winning
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The heavens slept, too high to care,
till my howl split prayer from air.
They had no names for fear like this
until it bled, until it hissed.


They smelled the dread.
They saw the red.
That’s when the gods remembered death.


Hush now, hush—don’t scream, don’t flee,
all endings bend and kneel to me.


They reached for peace when I showed teeth,
when the wolf breathed underneath.
They spoke of law, of sacred right—
their stars were shaking as they lied.


Poor gods, so sure their crowns were tight,
so shocked to learn they bled at night.


Hush now, hush—look up, not back,
even heaven slips when faith runs slack.


I split the night with a willful howl,
a Cerberus song the void let prowl—
three souls laughing in one dark chest,
a merry herald of endless unrest.


For claws cut deeper than halos can save,
and even immortals dig their grave.
I chased the gods who named me threat…
now their gilded thrones drip regret.


Hush now, hush—the fall was fast,
old vows pass, but stories last.


And now, sweet lamb, you’ve wandered well,
to where proud gods once tripped and fell.
Come closer still—don’t fear my shell…
meet the three-tailed sentinel of hell.



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