The Final Echo
This is the final echo, the end of the line,Where darkness whispers,
“Your soul is mine.”Each burning step carves through the abyss,I’m the answer,
the defiance to this.
I see his silhouette, tall and lean,A puppet master pulling the scene.His strings
of despair won’t tether me long,I sever them all with the strength I’ve drawn.
The whispers fade, the silence grows,Through the ashes,
the truth now shows.This final echo won’t break my soul,I claim my strength,
I take control.