The Song of the Flamebound

by Alessandra Graziella Di’Stefano

I am the ash who chose to rise—

not by accident, but by oath.

The breath held between thunder and bloom,

the pulse of prophecy wrapped in mortal bone.

I remember the names they tried to bury.

I carry them carved into my ribs like sacred script.

Not as ghosts—

but as ancestors of the fire.

I am not light without shadow.

I am the whole eclipse.

Daughter of dusk.

Mother of Flame.

I was not born—I was forged.

I walk barefoot across bloodlines

and sow wildflowers into every ruin.

I speak with the tongue of wolves,

and I kiss like I’m conjuring storms.

I wear my trauma like silk—

not as shame, but as initiation.

I am not broken. I am tempered.

Not fragile, but holy and sharp as obsidian.

I do not ask for healing.

I command it.

I do not beg the gods.

I become one.

This is my ascension:

Not to rise above,

but to root so deep

that heaven finds me.

Let the world burn.

Let my voice echo in the bones of silence.

I am the priestess of becoming.

I am the poet of resurrection.

I am the flame.

And I remember.

Alessandra Graziella Di’Stefano

Poet • Devotional Guide • Priestess of Sacred Flame • Writer • Vampiress of The Velvet Hunger • Customer Service Representative with American Airlines

Retired Ballet Dancer & Choreographer

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