Echoes of Temperance
Under The Floorboards / 7DS
In the throbbing pulse of unrestrained decadence
where morality gasps its last,
we lurk in the depthless dark–
spectral guardians of equilibrium.
Every decision a carefully balanced scale
draped in the shroud of uncertainty.
I am Temperance,
a glowing specter in the relentless black.
Tears of Temperance fall
like shards of broken light,
casting trails through suffocating darkness.
In the cold beauty of moderation
spirits wander unchained.
Every carnal longing bound in chains.
Every burning passion quelled.
Within the frost-cloaked heart of Temperance
joy is but a chilling echo.
Dawn breaks with an eerie gentleness.
Peace clung to as though life depended on it.
Striding through fields stained with blood and regret,
fear becomes an unnecessary companion.
In the haunting quiet that follows calamity
where balance precariously teeters,
I am Temperance–a timeless specter–
where souls flicker but never extinguish.
Silent hearts murmur confessions
in daylight’s unforgiving glare.
In the iron grip of moderation
where peace is a rare and elusive beast,
I am Temperance–the ceaseless lament–
echoing in the haunted chambers of balance,
where I forever dwell.