Echoes of obsidian

Echoes in obsidian, a haunting refrain,

Of triumphs and tragedies, etched in the pouring rain.

The ghosts of their legends still cling to the stone,

A symphony of sorrow, forever aloneA flicker of brilliance, a moment in the sun,

Their intricate designs, now tragically undone.

The weight of their silence, a crushing despair,

Lost to the ages, beyond all repair