I stood at the edge where the sky once bled

Ash in my hands, names lost to the dead

The swords in the ground—each a vow, each a cry

Now silence is louder than any goodbye

They marched with hearts they never had

Chasing light through ruins and ash

One by one, they disappeared

And left behind the weight of fear

We were told it was for peace

But peace never came—just a long, slow cease

No one returned

No voices remain

Only echoes in dust

And a whisper of names

I reach through the dark, but the warmth is gone

Still I call their names...

Though I stand alone

The Master just smiled and walked away

Said, “You'll understand… one day.”

But all I found were shattered stars

And hearts that broke like battle scars

I remember their laughter

Their dreams, their pain

But memory fades

When there's no one left to say their name

No one returned

No footsteps remain

Only stories in ruins

And keys lost in rain

I carry them all—though my voice is thin

If no one returned...

Then let me begin

I still remember.

I still remain.

I still call them…

By name.