In Tempi’s breath, the iron split,
A whisper torn, a shadow lit.
Time unraveled in a spark,
A flicker lost, a fading mark.
The rails, like rivers, wound and broke,
An empty sky, a silence spoke.
No form, no face, no final cry,
Just fractured dust that learned to fly.
A heartbeat paused, then slipped away,
The night devoured the light of day.
The earth, it trembled, soft and deep,
Where memory stirs, and shadows sleep.
In echoes far, the void remains,
A pulse of loss, a streak of pains.
In Tempi’s haze, where moments die,
The world rewrites its fractured sky.