In the twilight where shadows loom,
A heartbeat flickers in the gloom,
Against the whispers of the night,
A fire stirs, igniting fright.
Crimson flames dance, they twist and sway,
As memories rise, refusing to decay,
Echoes of laughter, lost in despair,
Hollow reminders, they're everywhere.
In the silence, I hear their call,
Each haunting note, a beauty so small,
Defiance fuels the words I write,
A fragile dream on the edge of light.
With every scar that marks my skin,
A testament of where I've been,
I break the chains, I break the mold,
In this hollow heart, a story unfolds.
Through shattered glass and whispered fears,
I gather courage, I wipe my tears,
The crimson tide, it pulls me near,
With every echo, I hold what's dear.
So if you wander, lost like a ghost,
Remember the flame that burns the most,
For in this hollow where shadows entwine,
Crimson echoes lead us to define.
And as the night gives way to dawn,
I'll raise my voice, forever drawn,
To find the strength in every breath,
In echoes of crimson, we conquer death.
Though darkness looms and dreams may fray,
This burning heart will light the way,
Together we rise, with fearless grace,
In the hollow of night, we find our place.
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