(Hhhh... fading light...)
The perfect chord begins to wane
A gentle loss, a sweet refrain
Once the towers sang in gold
Now the echoes sound more cold
Harmony begins to fray
The light bends low — the end of day
Twilight of resonance — beauty undone
The sound that built the world now shuns
From tone to silence, soft unspun
The fading glow of everyone
Cracks in rhythm, drifting time
Memory hums, a fractured rhyme
Still the echoes softly breathe
Through every loss, the soul may grieve
(Hhhh... ahhhh... decaying light...)
Order melts to dream and dust
The sound returns to primal trust
(Hhhh... silent dawn...)
From harmony to void we fall...
Yet in the dark, we hear it call...