House of Lumen

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For Rayne and the Healers of Dawn

If I fall, let me fall,

where the light still touches bark,
where elderflowers whisper secrets,
to the bees who dare return.

I will not fight with flame.
I have no sword but kindness,
no shield but truth.

My wounds are many,
but I dress them with honey.
Even the broken bloom
if the morning is gentle enough.

We do not strike first
we remember.

We remember what it was like
to be left behind,
and we vow never
to let another wake alone.

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