CROWN OF THE SKY-SCAR

Track 2 — The Black Lantern Guild — “The Voidmaker’s Crown”
The tear in the heavens
was once a thin line —
now it yawns wide,
a throne-sized gulf
of molten dusk and silent screams.
Lightning arcs in rings around it,
curving like bowed servants.
The clouds retreat
as if in reverence or horror.
The Crown appears —
not made of metal or bone,
but of shape withheld.
A jagged outline where stars refuse to shine.
A pressure in the mind,
a presence without form.
Crown of the Sky-Scar…
the void’s first breath…
the mark of kings
who rule through death.
The Lantern strains on its chain,
trying not to bow.
Its flame wavers,
then spikes upward
as if saluting the impossible.
The Warden growls,
“This is older than Titans. Older than Stars.”
And for the first time
the Guild feels small
as dust in a cosmic throat.
Crown of the Sky-Scar…
a god unmade…
the first of endings
we have betrayed.