Whispers echo in the stone halls of silence,

A name once spoken fades like breath on steel.

Where Odis waits in stillness for the willing,

The Corruption sings to those who cannot kneel.

Thread unraveled, pulled by grief,

Faith decays beneath belief.

From still hands and hollow cries,

The soul betrays, the body lies.

Some prayed, but time left them unheard,

So shadow kissed their broken word.

The dead walk not by will of gods,

But by the ache of what was lost.

"Dust to dust was never enough."

"They wanted more… and found less."

Thread unraveled, pulled by grief,

Peace denied by poisoned wreath.

Odis mourns what should have passed,

While Corruption clings and laughs.