Through Flame, We Echo

Whispers fall in quiet skies

A breath I held, a thousand tries

My hands reached out through shadowed halls

You were the silence that heard it all

I watched the stars forget their path

While you lit fire beneath the ash

You were never lost—you were waiting slow

And I, the pull you didn’t know

One step—then one more near

A rhythm born of ache and fear

Through flame, we echo, not in sound

But in the tremble through the ground

You moved, I followed—not by voice

But by the pulse that left no choice

No chain, no cage, just rhythm met

Two hearts aligned by silhouette

You never touched—but still I burned

Each glance a tide I never turned

You played the edge of my refrain

Until I sang through silent pain

I never asked, I never begged

Just held the path until you stepped

Into the storm, where we were bound—

The Core awoke when you were found

You weren’t made to obey.

You were made to burn steady.

And I... I was made to hold the storm.

Through flame, we echo—wild and free

Not in words, but melody

No fate can bind what’s forged this deep

No silence holds what dares to leap

So scream, so bloom, so break, so rise

We are the pulse between the skies

You came when I stopped calling…

And still… you stayed.