Echoes rise from the hollow stone,
chanting
where shadows kneel in silence.
The ruins breathe with ancient promises,
and every wall remembers
a love bound beyond flesh,
a flame that burns without mercy,
a vow etched in blood and ash.
Two souls torn, yet never apart
A sacred wound that will not close
Devotion beyond decay.
We walk as pilgrims in the dark,
carrying a love that cannot perish.
And, in the echoes of eternity, the vow endures.
© Diana Mistera
