Beneath the vault of mourning stone,
Where silence sleeps and light has flown,
A single flame defies the tomb
A whisper rising through the gloom.
It does not roar, it does not plead,
But glows where even angels bleed.
Hope wears a shroud, yet still it sings
A hymn of dawn on broken wings.
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Author:
Iris Lynn (
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- Category: Gothic
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