A breath in silence, torn and still, The candle weeps upon the sill. No choir dares disturb this pact, Where shadows fold, and time turns back. In vaulted halls where prayers decayed, A pact of grief was gently laid. The stained glass sobs in fractured hues, As echoes mourn what hearts once knew. A whisper borne on harpsichord, A vow that neither blade nor word Could sever, though the light withdrew A sacred bond the dusk once knew. Trumpets cry in skies of stone, The soul unsheathed, yet still alone. The pact endures through ash and flame, Each heartbeat etched with sorrow’s name. She walks through crypts where silence clings, He sings through dust with broken wings. Their voices blend, the oath remains A lullaby for phantom chains. Let violins like spirits surge, Let organs drown the bitter dirge. And where the darkness carved its mark, We rise - igniting every spark. So ends the tale in breathless grace, A solitude no time can chase. The pact endures though words are gone, The music lives… and carries on.
