The Eternal Echo

The Eternal Echo

In the valley where the shadows sleep,
And mountains cry from oceans deep,
The voice of time is always near,
But only heard when none will hear.

The echo calls where none can go,
It whispers truth in undertow.
The sky is torn, the earth will bend—
What has no start shall have no end.

A spark shall rise from deepest stone,
And burn the past in heat unknown.
The path you seek is veiled in mist,
A dream within a dream persists.

The moon shall turn to glass and gold,
A riddle spun, a tale untold.
But fear not what the stars declare—
For fate is spun in the empty air.

The echo calls where none can go,
It whispers truth in undertow.
The sky is torn, the earth will bend—
What has no start shall have no end.

What is broken cannot fall,
For in the breaking, all stands tall.