A lantern in the ashes, glowing dim and frail,
It flickers through the shadows, where whispers tell the tales.
The tension clings like ivy, around a crumbling heart,
Each thread a fragile promise, pulling us apart.
In the void, we echo memories, haunting every turn,
We roam among the ruins, where the embered lessons burn.
Fading dreams like silhouettes, drawn upon the wall,
We dance among the wreckage, caught in time's cruel thrall.
The nightfall paints a canvas, of colors dark and gray,
Yet hope's a distant shimmer, that lights our weary way.
In the silence, we are searching, for a trace of what was real,
A flicker through the tension, a chance to start to heal.
Through the shadows, we will wander, with our lantern held up high,
And even when the ashes settle, there's a spark that won't die.
For together we can kindle, a blaze from what's been lost,
Through the ruins, we are rising, no matter what the cost.
So take my hand, we'll weave the threads, of a new dawn yet to find,
With every step, we'll stitch the past, leaving the void behind.
And as we forge the path ahead, with the starlight's final blush,
We'll gather up the fading dreams and in our hearts, live lush.
In the end, we'll find the solace where our broken pieces lie,
A lantern in the ashes, lighting up the midnight sky.
Alternative
Ashes, Lantern, Void, Thread, Tension, Ruins, Fading