The moon is high, the stars are still,
The wind moves soft, with quiet will.
A hush, a crack, the air is thin,
When the shift begins beneath your skin.

The trees lean in, the night grows wide,
The dark no longer lets you hide.
The breath you took, not made of fear,
But something new is drawing near.

A shadow stirs, a fire wakes,
The old self bends, the silent breaks.
The past unhooks its heavy chain,
You step through night, through ash and rain.

The mirror breaks, and in its gleam,
You glimpse the shape of some lost dream.
Not broken now, but born anew,
Not what you were, but what is true.

The masks you wore dissolve like mist,
Each lie you've lived, each truth you've missed.
They fall away, and in their place,
A fiercer light, a clearer face.

What will you be, when dark is gone?
A flame? A wolf? The rising sun?
The pain was real, the path was long,
But deeper roots make branches strong.

Let go, be bold, unmask your soul,
The dark was never there to hold.
It taught you how to fall, to get up again and fight,
Now arise, remade in morning's light.

This night is not the end you feared,
But birth of all that's long been seared.
A vow you make with breath and bone,
To walk the path that's yours alone.

So shed the name they gave to you,
And speak the one that's deep and true.
Become the storm, become the flame,
This is your night. Become your name.