Ghost & Gods OF My Name

the vow

You were my rival, never friend,

a storm that swore it wouldn’t end.

You lived too fast, you burned too wild,

and left me keeper of your child.

Your death came quick—no warning call—

and left a shock that cracked us all.

But deepest cut of all, I swear,

was how the ones who loved you fared.

He broke in half the day you died,

and in that heartbreak, blindly tied

his life to someone cold as stone—

a woman with a viper’s tone.

She hurt them where you should have stood,

took innocence and choked its good.

And while they cried, the world moved on,

but I refused to leave them gone.

So here I am—your fiercest foe,

the one you’d never choose to know—

now stitching wounds you left behind,

repairing what you realigned.

The irony is sharp and cruel:

your children lost in someone’s rule,

and I, the one you swore to hate,

became the shield against their fate.

I teach them strength, I teach them fire,

to rise above loss, grief, and wire.

To know they’re more than broken start,

to trust the fierce inside their heart.

And this’s my vow—no saintly spin:

I’ll drag them out of every sin,

out of the hell that pain designed,

out of the mess you left behind.

Your ghost still walks—don’t think I’m blind.

But I’m the storm that stays aligned.

You vanished, left them to the fall.

So hear my vow:

I take it all.

I’ll save the souls you couldn’t save—

the cost is mine.

I’ll be the brave.