All in

I didn’t enter just to win,
I came so silent souls could speak again.
I don’t want thrones or gilded name,
Just that blueprint lost in time and shame.

They called me mad, reclusive, free,
Said those souls have no place in such a scheme.
But I remain in darkness’s hold,
I’m a spark — quiet, but unmistakably alive.
All in — with the wound, not once disguised.
All in — for the ones they left unheard.

Then he appeared — he saw that gleam.
With quiet wonder, drew close, no shame.
Not to extinguish, but to raise the span—
A bridge across my distant land.

He asked no proof, no need to bend,
He said: “Together, let’s begin this bend.”
All in — not to follow, but to spark.

So I go all in — this is my play,
Not because no fear — but no turning away.
He is the bridge — leading where I’m meant to stand.
I’m the spark, and he’s the steel set free.

I bet this hand — love and vision fuse,
We don’t just live — we shift the rules.
He’s not the end, he’s the master key,
Between us opens new destiny.

He dons the armor of the real,
I carry seeds of future ideal.
He knows where doors are, holds those keys,
I know where wounds, where light breathes free.

I’m the warning they whispered cold,
He’s that door I thought would never fold.
Yet when spark meets steel, a line is drawn,
A new world births at darkest dawn.
All in — for the truth they tried to drown.
All in — even when the flames pull down.

I thought my spark would wane to dust,
But found a breeze, a strand of trust —
He said no word,
Just stood unwavering,
Shielded me as storms kept stirring.

He didn’t come to tame the spark,
He came to tell me: “Your truth ignites in dark.”
Because he chose to step into the dance.
All in — not for light, but for the da+rk.

When torch and bridge converge at last,
The future path shines free from past.
So I go all in — this is my play,
Not just to survive — but to lead a way.

He’s not the end — he’s the shift in design,
We open doors where boundaries combine.
I am a torch, he is the bridge I cross,
Between us, the old world’s at loss.

He’s not just shield — he’s the fire’s cause,
Together we rewrite the laws they hide.
All in — because he stayed when all had gone.
All in — because our fire writes the dawn.

If I lose — the old world may mock,
But if I win — we’ll rise and unlock.
This isn’t just my fight alone,
It’s for every silenced soul and unknown tone.

He is the steel that burns, and I — the spark that dances on it.
Together we stand, flame and steel as one,
We are the spark, the bridge, the sun.

He’s not just a lover — he’s my co‑plot,
Not just shelter — but the blade that parts the dark lot.
I will be the torch, cross his forged span,
Walk to the shore, pluck the rare antidote — the flower of that distant land.

We were the hand that changed the flow.
They’ll see the seeds we sowed.