In the ruins of a broken dream, where shadows start to creep
The laughter fades to mournful screams, a promise hard to keep
The ones she held so very dear, now lost in smoke and fray
A crushing weight, a burning tear, they've taken them away
No gentle hand to hold her tight, no wicked jest to hear
Just emptiness in fading light, fueled by a rising fear
The hope she built with loving care, shattered on the ground
A silent, raw, and deep despair, where love was once profound
But in the depths of sorrow's chill, a different fire gleams
A power waiting to fulfill, fueled by her broken dreams
The gentle light begins to dim, a fierceness takes its place
No longer soft, no longer prim, a change upon her face
With heavy heart and eyes ablaze, she rises from the dust
Through sorrow's dark and winding maze, a new, determined ******
For those she lost, a path she'll tread, where darkness starts to bloom
A legacy of fallen dead, escaping from the tomb
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 1:01 PM UTC
In the ruins of a broken dream, where shadows start to creep
The laughter fades to mournful screams, a promise hard to keep
The ones she held so very dear, now lost in smoke and fray
A crushing weight, a burning tear, they've taken them away
No gentle hand to hold her tight, no wicked jest to hear
Just emptiness in fading light, fueled by a rising fear
The hope she built with loving care, shattered on the ground
A silent, raw, and deep despair, where love was once profound
But in the depths of sorrow's chill, a different fire gleams
A power waiting to fulfill, fueled by her broken dreams
The gentle light begins to dim, a fierceness takes its place
No longer soft, no longer prim, a change upon her face
With heavy heart and eyes ablaze, she rises from the dust
Through sorrow's dark and winding maze, a new, determined ******
For those she lost, a path she'll tread, where darkness starts to bloom
A legacy of fallen dead, escaping from the tomb
this poem is if the exorcists killed all of Charlies friends
