The Celtic Cross That Carried the Roses

Every flame begins with a rupture.

Every rose blooms from a fracture.

This is not a ritual of control, but a ceremony of creation.

Part One rises in song, Part Two unfolds in story, and Part Three speaks in dispatch.

Together they form a sovereign suite—music, myth, and memory woven into light.

Narration Script

Part One: The Rupture and Refusal

"They tried to silence my voice, to call me exhausting, to shrink me into nothing.

But the roses entwined my DNA, the flame lamp burned steady, and I refused to bow.

This is the story of rupture, of wounds that bloom, of sovereignty that will not be erased."

The Celtic Cross That Carried the Roses

Workers of Pathways

Verse I – The Threshold

In the web of night I breathe,

Feathers fall, the path is freed.

Roses twine, the cross is lit,

Ancestral strands, the flame is fit.

Chorus – The Pathway (Roses as Guardian)

Twin voices rise, twin voices fall,

One with wit, one with call.

Roses twine, the strands remain,

Worker of Pathways guards the chain.

Verse II – The Cosmic Bridge

Drums of earth, hums of sky,

Stars ignite, the spirits fly.

DNA strands in roses bloom,

Cross of flame dissolves the gloom.

Closing – The return

Breath of feathers, silence deep,

Roses guard the path we keep.

In the night, the song remains,

Worker of Pathways holds the flames.

They said be adult, bow and obey,

Erase your flame, let truth decay.

But roses bloom, my DNA,

I am the sovereign; I will not sway.