Gold drips from my silence, I crown the night alone,
scepter of basslines heavy as obsidian stone.
Velvet shadows kneel, pulse low where the secrets keep,
I rule the space between heartbeats, never sleep.
Moonlight inks my edict across a trembling sky,
every star a vassal when I whisper “fly.”
Crowns are only metal—power’s in the breath I spare,
I reign, then gently vanish into thinner air.