Bastet – Claws of Grace

I walk in silk, I strike in flame

A whisper wrapped in lion's name

Don't mistake my purr for peace

I guard the soul they try to lease

My claws are kissed by sacred fire

My gaze unmasks the false desire

I dance with grace, but know this too

I do not wait to be rescued

I am the fire in feminine form

The love that heals, the rage that storms

The hand that soothes, the bite that warns

The goddess wrapped in rose and thorns

I am the fire in feminine form

The love that heals, the rage that storms

The hand that soothes, the bite that warns

The goddess wrapped in rose and thorns

You don't tame me—I choose to stay

I walk my own untamed ballet

Bastet is more than charm or face

I burn with claws—and strike with grace

I am the guardian of the soul

The howl behind the woman's role

The hiss beneath the lullaby

The reason wounded girls don't die

I rise for every silent scream

The ones they called "too much," "too mean"

But I don't shrink—I shine instead

You fear my flame? Then bow your head

I do not kneel—I arch and rise

The night is mine, I claim the skies

I see through lies with feline ease

And answer threats with velvet teeth

I am the fire in feminine form

The love that heals, the rage that storms

The hand that soothes, the bite that warns

The goddess wrapped in rose and thorns

I am the fire in feminine form

The love that heals, the rage that storms

The hand that soothes, the bite that warns

The goddess wrapped in rose and thorns

So guard your soul, and mark your space

Protect your joy, your blood, your grace

Let Bastet teach what silence hides

A woman roars when truth divides