The court of Priests and Lies

The fire blazes through the court,
A court where lies fester and truth rots,
A court of Priests, wher even God's slaughtered.

Oaths wither upon tongues,
Sacred threads choking Justice,
The court of men,
Gossips in grins,
Unknown of the fire,
That'll eat them in vengeance,

There sits a woman,
Packed in white,
Fire in her eyes,
Names on her tongue,
Breathe of blades.

Sing, O winds, of the court aflame,
With the fire in her eyes, and ash on her skin,
Of the names she hurled like spears into silence,
Of the men who trembled, unmasked before the crowd.

She who spoke, not with weeping, but with thunder,
She who wore veils not of shame, but chains of remembrance,
Each name, a start falling from the rotten sky,
Each name, a crack in the temple sanctum.

The flames rises, a memory coils within,
Her voice trembled the court,
And the proud bent their knees in terror.
The lust the men had on her,
Waiting the blood to leech off her,
To see her in their sexual altar,
As they walked past her.

And so she named him, the first to tresspass-
Not an enemy from distant lands,
But blood of her blood, kin of her cradle,
A cousin who wore white and peity by day,
And stripped innocence by night.

Before the courts of gods and men she spoke,
And the name cracked like thunder on stones,
And the pillar of their pride shook with unknown fear.

As the story unfolds,
The fire of her revenge burned,
It burned through the kith and kin,
Through friends and foes,
Through sons and brothers,
The sins they made in heat,
Came back for their defeat.

When she slapped away their hands,
Their lust scorched in to hatred,
Their pride, burned to ash.

She rose like a phoenix,
Away from their hands,
Lost into the sky they could not command.

So they dragged down the man who dared hold her,
Crowned him with her glory,
And carved him down as a sinner.

So she wove her revenge with steady hand,
She gave her body, kept her soul sharpened,
She drew them one by one into her snare-
One built with her rage and her desire.

The hands and the lips that unmade her life,
Were now hers to take.
She marked them with secret scars only they could know,
Carved memories into flesh that could not be denied.
And when the hour of reckoning came,
She bared their names, their deeds and their shame-
Each so true, each so terrible and each shivered in fear.

One by one, each were kicked out,
Stripped off the robes of Priests,
Off the sacred threads,
Off the gods,
Off the lies they feared.

One by one, their towers of pride fell,
Each name a hammar blow on the temple sanctum.

The king, clutching the last shards of silence,
Whispered,
“Is there more?”

She laughed like a crack in heaven,
“Why, your highness? Fear thy name?”

And with that, the trial broke like rotten wood.

Cast out, stripped off the clothes and caste,
She walked through their ruin,
Not fallen- but risen,
A song of defiance written in blood and bone.

- VP