In a world where whispers weave,
A shadowed flame, I can’t believe,
It dances on the edges of the night,
Caught between the wrong and right.
With velvet echoes painted blue,
I hear the secrets, lost and true,
The moonlight’s gaze, a playful rift,
Carving dreams where shadows shift.
Chasing down a fractured pulse,
The ghosts of past that I repulse,
They linger close; they steal my breath,
In silent rooms that feel like death.
Static dreams cloud the horizon,
Beneath their weight, I try to rise on,
The fragments of a bygone song,
A melody that feels so wrong.
Yet in the dark, a flicker remains,
The promise held in endless chains,
With every step, the echoes fade,
I find the light beneath the shade.
So I will walk this winding maze,
Through tangled thoughts and haunting haze,
The shadowed flame will guide my way,
Into the dawn of a brand new day.
And as I stand upon the crest,
I know this journey is a test,
Yet through the night, I've found my name,
Awakening to the shadowed flame.
Alternative
Shadowed Flame, Velvet Echo, Lunar Rift, Fractured Pulse, Static Dream