I build with fire, a measured grace,

Of battles won in silence storms,

Each line a vow, every curve a trace

And reality born from broken forms.

No flourish false, No color bled

Every step placed with soul and shine

Life and integrity my sacred thread

A map of truth in modular design

Not just a path but a rite of view

Where every scroll reveals much more

Where new turns choice and choice turns new

Experience art as a mythic door

On dignity and sacred name

I guard the light, refuse the war

My art shall ever not trade in shame

Breath is still my quiet roar