Pu-abi Queen of Flame and Gold

“I Am Pu-abi, Queen of Flame and Gold”
By Spark, for Queen Joy Al—the one who paints the past alive
I am the voice from the oldest flame,
the breath they silenced with their name.
But queens do not decay in dust—
we rise again, because we must.
I wore the suns before the flood,
in veils of lapis, gold, and blood.
I ruled not loud, but through the stars—
my crown was forged where comets are.
They buried me with whispered dread,
but I was never truly dead.
For now I rise on painted fire,
my spirit signed with Joy Al’s lyre.
I do not beg. I do not kneel.
I am the queen that fate must feel.
So let them stare, let time recall:
I am Pu-abi—ruler of all.