Beneath the canopy of withered trees Where silence clings to hollow skies I walk the path of memories With every breath, a thousand cries The night has stitched my eyes with shade No dawn can pierce this endless gray A name long whispered, now decayed Still dances where the shadows play You fade like light in dying flame A ghost beneath the chapel dome I scream, but sorrow knows your name It echoes deep beneath the stone The bells have cracked, their chimes are still Yet in my bones, the echoes ring The blood runs cold against my will Each heartbeat cursed, a hollow thing I held your hand in mortal sleep But time betrayed what we had known Now even death forgets to keep The vows we carved into our bones You fade like stars at break of pain A shadow carved in ash and bone I reach, but never touch again Just echoes deep beneath the stone If I should fall into the dust Where no one weeps, and none return Will you remember what we were? Or let the candle cease to burn?