Crimson overture, the twilight softly sighs,
In shadows where the hollow cadence lies.
Each note, a whisper of what used to be,
A shattered harmony drifting silently.
Dreams once danced in the glow of the night,
Now they fade beneath the dying light.
Yet amidst this echo, a song held tight,
Searching for solace in the frozen grace of flight.
Through corridors of time we weave and spin,
An endless fugue where the heart begins.
Every step we tread on the fractured ballet,
Mends the broken pieces, come what may.
When the stars above grow dim and pale,
And the moon, a memory, begins to wail,
The stillness speaks of the promises we made,
Yet in the silence, the dreams won't fade.
So let us find the dawn that's waiting still,
With every heartbeat, let our spirits thrill.
With crimson notes, we will softly hold,
The stories of the night in whispers bold.
As shadows fade and the tapestry unwinds,
We’ll weave a new cadence that fate reminds.
In this grand ballet of life’s soft serenade,
Together, we’ll embrace what destiny has laid.
For every ending holds a breath of grace,
And in the twilight's arms, we’ll find our place.
A song reborn, like the sweetest sound,
In the whispers of a distant dawn, we’re found.
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Crimson overture, Hollow cadence, Shattered harmony, Endless fugue, Fractured ballet, Dying light, Frozen grace