Passing the Torch

Whispered echoes of a hero's call,

Fading softly in the night,

Passing dreams through shadowed halls,

Guided by the fading light.

Stepping down from peaks so tall,

A silhouette against the dawn,

Memories etched upon the wall,

A legacy to carry on.

Layered harmonies rise, oh (oh!),

Tighter drums beat in the night (night),

Hearts entwined in silent cry,

Spires soaring into the sky.

Soaring higher, one last time,

Echoes of a fallen star,

Group chants in the sublime,

Carrying the torch from afar.

Octave doubles, lift us above,

Breathless, we unite,

In this dark, emotional love,

Fighting with all our might.

Close-mic whispers, fragile, true,

Breathy verses, haunting hue,

Violin cries, a mournful hue,

Dramatic, silent, breaking through.

Before the final breath, I stand,

A hero’s torch within my hand,

Passing on what once was grand,

To the new, the brave, the planned.