A shadow-choir split the crimson sky, "I never fell; I'm closer than your cry." Through shattered stars I call your fading name, Beyond the veil, our souls remain the same. You were the youngest blade our blood had forged, One fatal night, and every hope was scourged. Was it the void that stole your fleeting breath, Or one cruel choice that sealed your silent death? Mother's tears still fall like molten rain, Each dawn re-forges every brand of pain. You whisper, "Lay the weight of guilt to rest," Yet every heartbeat rends the empty chest. We sift the ashes, searching through the flame, To curse the hour, the hand, the face, the name. A single moment broke what years had made, Still your last echo calls from death's cold shade. "If love were steel, no darkness could divide; No grave could dull the edge I bore with pride. Forgive yourselves; let sorrow lose its sway— We'll stand as one beyond the final day." Mother's tears still fall like molten rain, Each dawn re-forges every brand of pain. Your steadfast light still leads us through the night, Until we rise where darkness yields to light.
