Ashes of the Halo

Your voice was a whisper in the ruins of prayer, A spark in the night when the gods weren’t there. I reached for your hand, but the truth drew b***d — Even angels d***n when they dream of love. We are ghosts in the Empire’s flame, Bound by guilt, yet nameless in shame. If Heaven falls — I’ll fall with you, Through ashes of the halo we once knew. You hide behind silence, carved of stone, But I’ve seen the storm that calls you home. You’re not their saint — you’re the fire denied, The wound that never learned to die. We are ghosts in the Empire’s flame, Bound by guilt, yet nameless in shame. If Heaven falls — I’ll fall with you, Through ashes of the halo we once knew. There’s a price for the mercy we crave, Every savior becomes a slave. But if the world must end tonight — Let me burn inside your light. We are ghosts in the Empire’s flame, Still whispering each other’s name. No crown, no god, no throne above — Only ashes, and a love.