Goddess Without a Name

She was born from the void — no shadow, no sound
Touched the nothing, made something profound
From her fingers came matter, from silence came fire
She could shape all the world to her will, her desire

But the gods up above saw her power and grace
And envy took hold, left no mercy, no trace
So they cast her away to a dead, distant land
To a cursed island shore, with no life, only sand

Goddess without a name, queen with no sleep
Among ruins and ashes, she wandered so deep
Loneliness wrapped her like serpents in dust
While the gods only laughed… they broke what they must

One day came a rift, a world pulled her in
Not by choice — just a twist of fate’s grin
Before she could see where or why she was taken
They stole her mind — her heart left shaken

Her head was forged into a sword of flame
Her heart was caged, forgotten by name
Centuries passed, she served as a tool
A weapon of wrath, in the hands of the cruel

Goddess without a name, shadow of steel
In hands of the wicked, taught only to kneel
With her heart torn out, no dreams and no rest
She killed them all… but lost what was left

Somewhere in shadow — she forgot how to dream
Forgot her own name, became only a scream
And still, something whispered below:
“Create… just once more…”

Goddess without a name, both curse and grace
Where her soul once burned — now silence, no face
But life somehow opened when all hope was lost
She stared at the light… not knowing the cost

Not every heart beats within the chest
Not every night brings sleep or rest
She — born of darkness, fire, and breath
Is still becoming… even after death