By BoJenn
The veil begins to tear.
Threads of false glory fall like dust in the morning light.
Those who once stood proud beneath the banner of power
now tremble beneath the weight of their own creation.
Michael steps from the shadows — a loyal hand, a careful face.
Yet his eyes speak of bargains unspoken,
of promises made beneath a waning moon.
He listens for would-be Wanna King’s echo,
but the voice grows faint, swallowed by the winds of consequence.
In the halls where silence once ruled,
doors begin to whisper open.
Old secrets shift restlessly, eager to be known.
The Court that thought itself immortal
now feels the slow crumble of its own deception.
And from the distance, a bell tolls —
not for death, but for awakening.
The watchers stir, the scribes take note,
and the Seer marks this day in her book of reckonings.
The Time Will Come, Karma is full circle ⭕️, and no one escapes it, not even kings.
My Art
— BoJenn ✶ In the shadow, I see the truth; in the light, I speak it.
My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 