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...
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