Cracks in the Sky

Cracks in the Sky
Cracks in the sky, splitting apart,A shattering mirror
that breaks the heart.Step through the door,
face what you’ll find,The Crooked Man waits with your soul entwined.

In every tear, a truth exposed,
the lies you could not see,The past and future intertwine,
a thread of misery.The cost of blending worlds is steep;
its weight you cannot bear,The Crooked Man’s a mirror too,
reflecting your despair.

Through the cracks, the whispers rise,
a choir of unseen things,A symphony of twisted fates,
a chorus no light brings.And as you fall, the truth ignites,
a fire cold and blue,The Crooked Man smiles wide
and dark—his shadow follows you.