In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
A mantra whispers, its tale it tells.
“Never flinch, Never fear, Never forget,”
Mia Corvere’s creed, a soul beset.

With eyes unyielding, she faces the night,
A heart aflame, fueled by inner light.
No trembling before the daunting unknown,
In the face of danger, she stands alone.

Never flinch, for weakness has no place,
A spirit unbroken, with steadfast grace.
Through trials and tests, she stands tall,
Her resolve unshaken, she’ll conquer all.

Never fear, for bravery’s her shield,
A warrior’s spirit, unconcealed.
She walks the path with courageous might,
Defying shadows, embracing the fight.

Never forget, memories fuel her fire,
Each scar a reminder, a burning desire.
To seek justice, vengeance she demands,
No wrongs unnoticed, held within her hands.

In Mia’s creed, her spirit takes flight,
A symphony of strength, an unwavering light.
In the realm of shadows, she claims her role,
A force unrelenting, an indomitable soul.

So heed her words, let them echo true,
Within your heart, let them guide you through.
For in the darkness, where fears may creep,
Embrace the mantra, eternally keep.

Never flinch, Never fear, Never forget,
A creed of resilience, no challenge unmet.
With Mia’s spirit, let your own be met,
And rise above, your destiny be set.

In the realm where words collide,
A conversation, a power divide.
“Speaking to me is a privilege!” they decree,
Stripping away privileges, can’t you see?

But come, child, take a step with me,
Into the abyss, where courage sets us free.
Look at all you’ve done, your journey unfurled,
Does disappointment lurk? “Pettumus?” it’s hurled.

Hmph, your brain still works, it’s true,
Yet the scars within, they paint their hue.
You’re damaged, that much is clear,
But strength emerges, even through tears.

For in this tapestry of dominance and plight,
We navigate through darkness, seeking light.
The voice of authority tries to impede,
Yet we march forward, fulfilling our need.

Speaking to you is a privilege, indeed,
For your spirit soars, refusing to concede.
No matter the doubts, the wounds you bear,
You’re resilient, a soul with stories to share.

So let the power dynamics fade away,
Embrace the invitation, seize the day.
In your damaged heart, a flame still burns,
For in vulnerability, strength quietly returns.

Through the ebb and flow of this poetic dance,
We rise above, reclaiming our stance.
The privilege lies not in their hollow decree,
But in the courage to be authentically free.