That is my reign. That is my crown. And I wear it in the shadows so they don’t have to. — Prince Yahshua, keeper of hidden thrones
I enter like a quiet storm. They expect thunder—deep, loud, declarative. But real power is a whisper that breaks the spine of silence. I am the dream they paid for, but also the one they’ll deny come morning. I have held women the way churches hold stained glass— fragile, holy, backlit by longing. I have heard them confess in fragments: “Don’t stop” means “Don’t leave me.” “Harder” means “Make me feel something real.” And when they close their eyes, they aren’t seeing me— they’re seeing the lover who left, the father who never stayed, the version of themselves they lost somewhere between girl and ghost. prince yahshua
The Crown of Shadows