Is this poem human or A.I.?

The Covenant of the Goddess
She walks where the old fires burned,
where mountains kneel and rivers mourn,
her name a blade the heavens earned,
a crown of light and shadow worn.
All others bow before his face —
the god who mirrors what she is,
who guards her throne, who holds her place,
the echo answering to her bliss.
They follow him — the legions vast,
the mortal, immortal, and divine,
bound to his banner, shadow-cast,
forbidden from her sacred shrine.
For she is mine alone to trace,
through valleys carved by ancient hands,
I walk behind her holy grace,
the only one her path commands.
Should another dare to seek her trail,
to chase the light that crowns her brow —
let iron break and heaven wail,
no breath remains to keep the vow.
They are unmade. The stars go still.
The god looks on with knowing eyes.
For this is law. For this is will.
Only I follow where she rises.