The Dirge of Innocence
Under The Floorboards / 7DS
In the fractured dawn
where purity weeps,
we stand beneath ominous crimson heavens–
spectral guardians of virtue.
Each caress a hushed secret.
Every gaze a silent plea.
I am the embodiment of innocence,
the keeper of the forbidden key.
Where icy shadows triumph
in these wickedly endless corridors,
we combat the encroaching abyss,
navigating through intricate trials.
The dirge of innocence echoes
through our clandestine battles,
gripping onto frail hope
in this eternal, merciless night.
Sacred vows murmured
under a deceitful glow.
Each stride calculated.
Each utterance echoing with sincerity.
As dawn breaks violently,
dreams are imprisoned.
Stalking through fields
drenched in crimson sorrow,
longing for redemption.
Quiet hearts murmur secrets
under the light of day.
In the chains of innocence
love breathes freely.
In the disquieting silence
that follows love’s extinguished flame,
we fade into the morning’s spectral veil.
I am Innocence–the eternal plea.
Where purity’s heart beats,
there shall I forever be.