The Blood of Forgotten Oaths

Steel-bound words once carved in stone, Now rust in whispers, dead and alone. The oaths we swore in fire and ash, Lie shattered now—mere ghosts of past. A blade was drawn, a wound was made, Yet scars still whisper, cold and frayed. Beneath the weight of silent screams, The echoes writhe, the soul redeems. Ink turns black beneath the skin, A tale of ruin carved within. The hands once strong now shake in dust, Their bones betray their hollow trust. A crimson sun, a starving tide, A love undone, a fate denied. The night is long, the shadows call, They dance in halls where secrets fall. A requiem hums in fractured breath, Where promises drown and love meets death.