Scarlet skies

Igniting the heavens with a crimson brilliance

Striding through worlds where cowards fear to tread

As color drains from the trembling lips of dusk

I am of one those few that can turn the skies red

Having crowned my shadow as the king of night

When daily dust settles and whispers are shed

I summon forth the truth—then silence the dead

I am the arcane limb tracing fate's thin edge

until darkness breathes softly

and all is said…

I hold storms captive, chained by a ruby thread up high

Pulling scarlet from the veins

of a wounded sky—

When the Sun is in retreat, yielding to the spread of my dark sheen

Between chaos and silence, I panther unseen

It’s from اللّٰه