Horned Emblem

[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.

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