
Fragile Flame
Night was falling over that orderly neighborhood, one of those where all the houses looked the same and the televisions spoke more than the people. Aria made her way through the darkness with light steps, a hood pulled over her eyes and her hands tightly gripping the small rectangular object hidden in her jacket. It was an old, fragile object, and it smelled of dust and mystery: a book [Intro] (Night falls… not everything sleeps…) [Verse 1] She walks with shadows in her coat A fragile flame, a secret note The scent of rain, the weight of thought A single book the world forgot [Verse 2] They feared the spark of written lines So they fed the truth to fire’s hands But stories bloom in silent minds And truth walks on forbidden lands [Pre-Chorus] In the silence, there’s a call A fragile thread that holds it all [Chorus] Ashes that speak in the breath of the night Carried in silence, carried in light Hearts that remember, eyes that have seen A prince, a fox, a rose between Ashes that whisper beneath the skin Scars that glow from the fire within No page survives, yet still we burn For every tale the world must learn [Verse 3] She found him by the iron tree An old soul etched in memory He smiled and said, “That book was mine— I’ve kept it safe inside my mind.” [Verse 4] He took her hand and led the way Through echoes where the shadows play "Each page you seek is written here In every dream, in every fear" [Chorus] Ashes that speak in the breath of the night Carried in silence, carried in light Hearts that remember, eyes that have seen A prince, a fox, a rose between Ashes that whisper beneath the skin Scars that glow from the fire within No page survives, yet still we burn For every tale the world must learn [Bridge] The sirens neared but they stood tall Their voices rising through the fall No need for pages left to show The story lives in what we know [Chorus] Ashes that speak in the breath of the night Carried in silence, carried in light Hearts that remember, eyes that have seen A prince, a fox, a rose between Ashes that whisper beneath the skin Scars that glow from the fire within No page survives, yet still we burn For every tale the world must learn [Outro] (The book is gone… but I remain…) (I am the page… I am the flame…)
1 Comment
🌹Roseofpassion🌹 6w ago
I liked this so haunting and poetic. The story lingers like a whisper. 🌹
OndaMx 6w ago
That was the intention, Rose. Thanks for commenting, I'm happy you did 🙂