Thirteen Shadows Walk V2

Thirteen Shadows Walk

In the thirteenth hour of a moonless tide,
When stone and spirit coincide,
The sky will hum a hollow chord,
And silence shall become the sword.

Walk not straight, nor turn around,
The path you seek is never found.
Speak the vow, but hold your breath—
What lives in fate is born of death.

A name once spoken breaks the seal,
A wound that time alone won’t heal.
The mirror shows what none confess,
Truth draped in veils of nothingness.

Seven eyes and seven hands,
Guard the gates of shifting lands.
One who weeps with fire’s face
Will end the war, but not the place.

Walk not straight, nor turn around,
The path you seek is never found.
Speak the vow, but hold your breath—
What lives in fate is born of death.

“I saw the stars blink out as one,
Not in fear, but in return.
What was broken was never whole,
The end is but a waiting soul.”

Ash to ash, bone to flame,
Remember not the speaker’s name.
For when the thirteenth shadow calls,
The sky shall crack and silence falls.