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Villain Era


You came to my table, feasted from my plate,
Laughed in my light, but your smiles were bait.
You wore masks of friendship, cloaked in deceit,
While all the while, you plotted my defeat.

I opened my door, offered warmth and grace,
Gave you my hand when no one else gave you space.
Yet you held your knives close, hidden in the dark,
Sharpened them quietly, aimed straight at my heart.

You think you’ve won, watching me stumble and break,
Smirked as my fire dimmed, relished what’s at stake.
But don’t get too close; you’ve missed a crucial part—
I’m retreating to gather, to reignite my heart.

I am not the ashes you hoped would stay,
I’m the flames reborn, igniting brighter each day.
I see through your schemes, your cowardly lies,
And I’m rising now, with a vengeance in my eyes.

Make way, your time is done; I’m shedding the kind,
No longer the one who forgives every crime.
I embrace my darkness; it’s finally time,
To reclaim my power, to unleash my climb.

This is my villain era, the chapter you wrote,
Each betrayal, each whisper, every poisoned note.
You tried to snuff out the light you envied so much,
But I’m seizing the shadows, with a fierce, ruthless touch.

So heed this call and keep your distance,
I may have bent, but never in persistence.
For those who tried to bury me in disgrace—
I’m the reckoning now, I’m fire’s true face.

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