The Dismantled Ones
Broken gears and shattered steel,A world of pain they can’t
conceal.Once they stood with fire alight,Now they fade into the night.
The past still calls, a ghostly hymn,A reminder carved in broken limbs.Their
silent forms, though cold and torn,Hold truths that blaze where hope is born.
In the shadows, they lie still,Yet their stories rise,
bending will.A spark persists, a fire that grows,From broken forms,
the future flows.