“The Reckoning” (Part IV – The Confrontation)

 The sky turned still, a silence deep,

Where time forgot its need to keep.

The evil god, cloaked in disguise,

Sat high upon his throne of lies.

But then—a tremor in the air,

A scent of truth, both bright and rare.

No wrath, no sword, no vengeful storm,

But light that bent the very norm.

She rose—not with thunder, nor with flame,

But with the power of her name.

No chains could hold, no dark deceive,

When hearts remember, and believe.

“You wore my crown, you stole my face,

You built this world in my erased space.

But I am here—no longer veiled,

And you, old thief, your time has failed.”

The evil god laughed, cold and wide,

“With greed and war, they stand by my side.”

But she, the Good, just raised her hand—

And truth began to flood the land.

Each lie he spoke began to crack,

Each stolen soul found its way back.

The temples built in fear and gold

Collapsed like myths no longer told.

The children’s cries became her song,

The silent ones now loud and strong.

And in that light, pure and immense,

He lost his throne, his false pretense.

She did not strike, she did not kill,

She simply stood—and time stood still.

The world, reborn from broken stone,

Now dared to breathe, to dream, to own.

No longer ruled by fear or shame,

But lit by her eternal flame.

A world not made by greed or war—

But by the Good who weeps no more. - Gulsha Begum