ADAMANTYNE

In my humble abode
I wrote about my Paradise.
A structure of divinity
I pictured it as.

Sometimes, it was a Cave,
I crawled back into for days.
Sometimes, an Oasis,
I rested my body onto.

Excerpt from DOMUS
Chronicles of Adamantyne
Archives 2019

I Am A Pile Of Poems
Burning Words On My Skin,
As Ink Seeping Into Flesh
Was Only Carved By Hope

I Am A Pile Of Dreams
Scattered Dust On My Bones,
As Stars Ignite My Visions,
And Slowly Fueled My Hope

THE HOPE
Chronicles of Adamantyne
© 2025. Adriana Di Antonio.

“Hearken, O scions of Adamantyne, and gather within these hallowed halls, for the hour has come to speak of Her who stands as the bulwark against the abyss. Let all voices fall silent, for the tale is not of mortals, but of a living covenant etched in flesh and flame.”

On this day, beneath the argent glow of twin moons, Iris Genesys swore her oath before the Thrones Eternal. Clad in the raiment of Astran steel and crowned with the diadem wrought from the bones of fallen stars, she raised her hand above the sacred flame.

And she spoke thus: ‘As the firmament endures beyond the ages, so shall I. Neither shadow nor silence, nor the crumbling of empires, shall sway my vigil. Until the stones of Adamantyne lie scattered in dust, until the last light of men is quenched, my watch shall not falter.’

Those who beheld her tell of a silence that swept across the chamber, a stillness so profound that even the torches dared not flicker. And when her oath was sealed, the Flame of Ages leapt skyward — a pillar of violet fire — bearing witness that the Sentinel’s vow was bound not only to men, but to the very marrow of creation itself.

Thus, the Covenant was forged. And thus, it is sung through the corridors of eternity: ‘As long as Iris Genesys bears the crown of stars, Adamantyne shall not kneel to shadow.’

IRIS GENESYS
Chronicles of Adamantyne
— The Oath of the Violet Sentinel I

The only constant is change.
How we turn this change into
something metamorphic,
is a simple reminder
of a never ending rebirth.

Through this life as I know of it,
I died and I was born many times.
The kinds of deaths,
you only celebrate,
In honor of life itself.

The kinds of changes,
you simply accept,
as the only narrative
to maintain the constant.

CHALICE
Chronicles of Adamantyne
© 2025. Adriana Di Antonio.

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