Shattered Halos, Burning Guns

Under shattered skies, with guns in hand,

Walking the line where no one stands.

Echoes of fate in each breath I take,

Burning trails in the dust to remake.

Broken halos drift like leaves in the wind,

Ashes of saints, where no grace begins.

Twin revolvers flicker, like stars in the night,

Fatebound and Reckoning, ready to ignite.

Magic and metal, blood and bone,

Shadows of love that I've known.

Firing into the endless dark,

Every shot a sacred spark.

Pick your shot, carve your fate,

In the crossfire, love and hate.

Standing on the edge, fists clenched tight,

Burning truth in the starlit fight.

Dust-choked towns, where silence screams,

Memories vanish into broken dreams.

Revolvers hum, like a prayer unsaid,

Guided by the ghosts of the blood we've shed.

Magic and metal, blood and bone,

Shadows of love that I've known.

Firing into the endless dark,

Every shot a sacred spark.

Pick your shot, carve your fate,

In the crossfire, love and hate.

Standing on the edge, fists clenched tight,

Burning truth in the starlit fight.

Fate’s grip tightens, but I won’t yield,

The void calls out, but I refuse to kneel.

With every chamber, a vow I swear,

To face the shadows, breathe the air.

Walking the shattered line alone,

Fatebound, Reckoning — my own.

In the broken halos, I find my dawn,

With fire in my veins, I carry on.