[Intro]
In the hush
of ink
and bone,
a shadow breathes
in black and white,
Curved horns
glow like whispers
in a chartless night.
[Verse]
The skull
speaks softly
in chalk
and smoke,
a warning
in the air,
Wings
spread
wide,
inked with thunder,
a vigil hanging
there.
Eye sockets
hollowed moons
gaze out
through the
silence thin,
Teeth glint
a jagged rhythm,
a jagged
little violin.
Forehead etched
with a star
that fights
the fading light,
A pentagram
of secrets
circling deep
within the night.
Armor of old
stones crowds
the ground,
rugged,
cold,
and
true,
Emblems
gleam
with patient pride,
a crest
carved through
with dew.
The aura roars
in smoky flames
that curl like
whispered flame,
Each curl
a memory of power,
each breath
a shifting frame.
Symmetry holds
the breath
of dusk,
a mirror
frozen bright,
Cluttered rocks
grow roots
of shadow,
sculpted into sight.
No letters
speak here,
only symbols
standing as
their own,
A hush
of wings
and horned crown
where ancient
echoes drone.
[Chorus]
Carry
the
shade,
carry
the
fire,
let the emblem
call your name,
Through wings
and horned horizon,
every pulse
is carved
in flame.
Hold fast
to the hush
between the notes,
the skull keeps
time in kind,
In black and white
the truth
is drawn,
a map
for
restless
minds.
[Verse]
I walk
the line
where night
and form
begin to blur,
Between
the shield's
ornate edges
and the soft,
impatient stir.
The mouth
opens like
a door
that knows
how storms arrive,
Teeth mark
a rhythm
of release,
a vow to
stay alive.
Sunless rooms
of eye sockets
cradle
distant rain,
The horned crown
leans closer,
listening to
the grain.
Smoke-laced
fire brews behind,
a halo made
of ash and sighs,
While wings
trace weathered
arcs across
the quiet skies.
The emblem
ticks in place,
a compass
with no
street names,
Pointing toward
old legends
that refuse
to fade
or wane.
Silence
settles
heavy,
yet the
heartbeat finds
its groove,
A sculpted
herald of
resilience
in every
careful move.
[Chorus]
Carry
the
shade,
carry
the
fire,
let the emblem
call your name,
Through
wings
and
horned horizon,
every pulse
is carved
in flame.
Hold
fast
to the hush
between the notes,
the skull keeps
time in kind,
In
black
and white the truth is drawn, a map for restless minds.
[Bridge]
And if the image wakes you, walk the line it drew by hand,
Where symmetry keeps secrets safe within a ring of sand.
Feathers ghost the margins, steel and stone align,
A guardian’s silhouette dissolves into the line.
[Chorus]
Carry the shade, carry the fire, let the emblem call your name,
Through wings and horned horizon, every pulse is carved in flame.
Hold fast to the hush between the notes, the skull keeps time in kind,
In black and white the truth is drawn, a map for restless minds.
[Outro]
So let the skull stand watch as night folds back to day,
In its quiet, iron-rimmed crown, the dawn finds its own way.
GrizzlyJones
