𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡 𝙄𝙑：𝕬 𝖁𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖀𝖓𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌

✧ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍. ✧ ✧ ——✟—— ✟ ——✟—— ✧ 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙝𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙢 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　-𝘕𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢- ✟ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖙𝖍 ✟ ✧ ————— ✟ ————— ✧ The first bell tolls in the silent hall sunlight drifts through narrow slits of glass the world moves on... I remain By the window shadows fold over themselves A faith carried by the unbreathing its echo hums through my bones "𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩... 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭." ✟ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖁𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖑 ✟ ✧ ————— ✟ ————— ✧ The second bell cracks the noon air a rusted sound, calling the soul to prayer I sit rigid on the bench letting the cold creep through me Ravens pick at what little faith remains leaving only this hollow shell "𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥... 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘵." ✟ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖘' 𝖁𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖑 ✟ ✧ ————— ✟ ————— ✧ Dusk falls, the ravens return claiming the ground beneath me A black ritual gathers around my silence receiving the undead's whispered prayers "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴... 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳... 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬... 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦..." ✟ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 ✟ ✧ ————— ✟ ————— ✧ The third bell trembles through the air ravens at my side shadows stretching like wings I remain on the bench frozen in borrowed stillness Faith was never meant for the living Only to be remembered... Only to be remembered... "𝙔𝙚𝙨... 𝙄... 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧..." ✧ ——✟—— ✟ ——✟—— ✧ ✟ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝕬𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 ✟ ✧ ————— ✟ ————— ✧ (𝔄𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰.)