Sovereign of the Void

In realms of dust where silent shadows sleep,
The ancient scripts a lonely vigil keep.
Life is the root, an incandescent flame,
And Love the whisper of a forgotten name.
A fleeting touch of Happiness entwined,
Before the twilight leaves the world behind.

We bear the secret scar, the hidden thorn,
Where bitter Sins and dark desires are born.
Yet deep within the velvet of the night,
The word of Hope ignites a silver light.
A transient pulse of Beauty starts to gleam,
And wakes the phantom goddess from her dream.