In a hall where time lost breath, shadows cling like hidden sin. Stained glass weeps with frozen light, night recalls a myth within. Crown of bone and dust and lies, empty eyes that still can see. A nameless king with broken vows rules in silence, secretly. ... Candles tremble like the truth, waiting to be spoken clear. Every step’s a question asked, every shadow answers here. ... Who are you, king of ash and bone? Who condemned you, who betrayed? Beneath the moon through shattered glass, you guard secrets time can’t fade. Who are you, voiceless fallen king? In the mirror, hear your cry. The crown weighs more than death itself, truth cuts deeper than a lie. ... Blood has long dried on the walls, only echoes still recall. Every deed casts its own shade, every lie returns to fall. Your throne is cold as endless night, yet you sit, you never flee. In your bones, the sentence lives, no mortal court would dare decree. ... Footsteps mark an ancient rite, an investigation without sound. The past demands a living witness, I hear your iron-bound. ... Who are you, king of ash and bone? Who condemned you, who betrayed? Beneath the moon through shattered glass, you guard secrets time can’t fade. Who are you, voiceless fallen king? In the mirror, hear your cry. The crown weighs more than death itself, truth cuts deeper than a lie. ... You don’t forgive... You don’t forget... You wait. ... Who are you, king of years and shade? A warning... or the judge? When the light touches naked bone, truth awakens, unrestrained. Who are you... king beneath the moonlit glass?
