Ash before dawn Sky split by omen-smoke The earth holds its breath As metal throats awaken beneath stone Names forgotten, faces erased Only the signal remains Only the summons Only the fire that remembers From the mouths of iron towers A call is torn into the air Not mercy, not warning But command The ground convulses in obedience Bones answer before flesh can flee Banners of dust rise screaming As the first lines fracture the horizon Trumpets forged from ruin Sounding without lungs Without hands Their breath is violence Their pitch is law Every tone a blade Every interval a wound The signal multiplies Through marrow and stone Through wire and blood Until resistance is only a memory Burned from the nervous system of the world Trumpets of fire Announce the unmaking Trumpets of fire Peel the sky from its spine Trumpets of fire No throne, no shelter Only the verdict of flame Cities kneel without prayer Their spines snapped by resonance Steel melts into gestures of fear Glass becomes airborne scripture Rivers reverse their memory Flowing toward the scream Every structure confesses weakness As the sound drills through foundation and faith The sun flickers As if reconsidering its post Shadows detach from bodies Marching ahead of their owners Strike the skin Tear the frame Measure the pulse of annihilation Circle the ruin Tighten the ritual Until nothing remains outside the pattern The air ignites with hierarchies collapsing Ranks of smoke devour the sky Engines of doctrine grind forward Fed by obedience and ash There is no enemy left to name Only motion Only escalation Only the certainty of completion Children of dust and iron March into lightless noon Their eyes already vacant Their mouths still shouting belief The sound does not ask It occupies It does not persuade It replaces Thought is the first casualty Hope the second History the third Trumpets of fire Erase the distance Trumpets of fire Turn breath into ash Trumpets of fire No witness survives The act of its arrival Oceans recoil from their basins Mountains grind their teeth to dust The sky rains fragments of itself Language disintegrates mid-sentence Every god invented too small Every silence too late The world is reduced To a single, screaming function Advance without direction Destroy without hatred This is not wrath This is procedure Sound the last horizon Sound the sealed gate Sound the end of sequence Where nothing waits Sound it Again Trumpets of fire Total ignition Trumpets of fire No remainder left Trumpets of fire The world learns its shape By how it breaks When the echo finally dies There is no aftermath Only absence stabilized No dawn No memory No silence Only heat Cooling Forever
