Title: “The Device Went Dark” [Verse 1] In the twilight of Dionysian revels, she stood— A flame unguarded, soft and good. Her gaze, a question cast toward fate; I, tangled in thought, arrived too late. [Pre-Chorus] Words, those feeble couriers of the soul, Lay trapped in metal, never whole. I reached to send what truth I bore— But the oracle blackened, spoke no more. [Chorus] The device went dark, and with it, hope— No scroll, no message, no gilded rope. She walked beyond where mortals dwell, And I remained, in my silent hell. The gods don’t shout, they whisper sly— And in that hush, my chance did die. [Verse 2] Regret is a beast with a patient gait, Feasting each dawn on what I forsake. I should have spoken with breath, not byte— But trusted circuits over sight. [Pre-Chorus] She lingered once, a mortal flame, Unaware that I bore shame. But like the sun behind the hill, She vanished—fierce, and quiet, and still. [Chorus] The device went dark, and so did I— A shadow cast beneath the sky. No echo left, no tether spun, Just lessons learned too late to run. The Fates entwined her thread with mine— Then cut it short. By my design. [Bridge] What is love, if not a chance? A sacred pause, a fleeting dance. And I, philosopher lost in thought, Let slip the very truth I sought. [Final Chorus] The device went dark, and thus my trial— A tragic end, not grand, but mild. No tempest came, no war was fought— Just silence where her name was caught. So let this tale in time abide: He who hesitates must mourn with pride.
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