Alas, our eyes behold the cost,
In silence, all our dreams lie lost.
Where once we stood in raging might,
We shiver now in sorrow's night.
Remorse doth burn in haunted cries,
A burden veiled by blackened skies.
Amid these ruins we atone,
Our hearts unmasked, our folly shown.
Each echo tolls a solemn plea,
Regret takes form in memory.
Yet from this pain, a truth may bloom,
A fragile spark within the gloom.
O mortal pride that led astray,
We bow before the break of day.
Remorse doth burn in haunted cries,
A burden veiled by blackened skies.
Amid these ruins we atone,
Our hearts unmasked, our folly shown.
Though shadows taint our weary gaze,
We yearn for hope in future days.