Heart pounding, wild under the moon's pull. Spirit burns, a torch against shadows. Destiny snaps its shackles, I laugh. Freedom wails through cracked streets below. Ancestors whisper, their breath my armor. Their ghosts hover, lifting me beyond. Each step, a prayer, a quiet howl. Preserve me, soul raw under this sky. Enemies cling like smoke to my ribs. Their teeth gnaw the very marrow clean. But purity stirs, sharp as broken glass. Lift me up, past their slow decay, Past my heart's death, curled and rotting. Ride the heart, ride it sleek and pure. Escape is a razor, slicing doubts whole. The soul shines where the dark can't reach.