Shadows stir beneath iron skies,
The blood of gods in my veins lies.
With every step, the ground does quake,
And heaven trembles in my wake.
On throne of stone, my will commands,
A king of night with blood-stained hands.
I stand unyielding, cold, and tall,
None may oppose, none shall fall.
Whispers of fate in silence scream,
For in my grasp, the world shall bleed.
With each decree, the earth shall break,
The gods weep for the sins they make.
I reign supreme, the silent call,
None shall wield the axe but I—none at all.
In shadows deep, where light is frail,
I walk as king, the eternal trail.
"Iron Reign" is a dark, mythic monologue spoken by a godlike sovereign whose power shakes the heavens. Blending apocalyptic imagery with regal menace, the poem explores the burden of dominion, divine vengeance, and the chilling solitude of absolute rule.
