Crowned In Fire

Steel in my spine, I don’t bend — I refine,
You played with my trust, now I sharpen the line.
No tears for the snakes, no grace for the slick,
You wanted me soft — now you are feeling the kick!

I bloom in the fire, I bite when I must,
Turn wounds into weapons, turn betrayal to dust.
Call me ruthless? I will wear it like a crown —
Because I rise every time you try to pull me down!