The Ghost

I carve my name in hollow stone
The echoes call but never weep
Their voices lost in caverns deep
A throne of dust, a king alone

Who weaves the night with crimson thread?
A ghost that wanders, never seen
A truth that festers in between
A crown of lies upon the dead

What hunts the hunter in the shade?
The wolf who starves, yet will not kneel
A hunger sharper than the steel
A thirst that hatred cannot fade

The sky is blind, the earth deceives
A wound that speaks but has no tongue
A sorrow breathed but never sung
A curse that no one yet believes

What hunts the hunter in the shade?
The wolf who starves, yet will not kneel
A hunger sharper than the steel
A thirst that hatred cannot fade

A whispered name the void devours
A blade that cuts but leaves no scar
A question bound in chains afar
A flame that lives but never powers

So let the cipher haunt your mind
A door unopened, sealed in rust
A ghost that walks but leaves no dust
A fate that none shall ever find

But should you dare to break the seal
Unravel whispers long decayed
The curse will carve into your soul
And take the light you once betrayed

No answer waits beyond the veil
No truth survives the endless night
For those who seek what must not be—
Are bound to perish with their sight