Symbols and sigils, drawn from dreams and distant haze, Fragments whisper truths through memory’s maze. I carve a message, sacred, to my only one— A vow etched deep, beneath the sun.
We’ll shape a legacy, not bound by time, A monument of soul, of rhythm, and rhyme. We meet eye to eye where the heavens lie, Beneath the storms, beneath the sky.
Through all the pain, through every lie, Still burns a truth they can’t deny. Now—decipher.
