Lover, I am of the hearts forlorn. Seeker, I am of the things unborn. Keeper, I am of the light firstborn. Believer, I am of the truth stubborn. And If their might takes an ugly form. I'll be the hurdle and I'll be the storm. Suffering my solace,
my throne is horned.
For, I fell first from the
heavens unharmed.
Waiting, I am for the burning dawn. To fulfil the prophecy and
bring the calm.
Existence-consciousness-bliss,
my form.
With beauty and power, I am adorned.
~vaibhv
