Last Dawn

Cold steel in your grasp, twilight scars your armour. My heartbeat in your palm turns the night to ardour. We stand back‑to‑back on the edge of the void, two hearts hold the line where hope lies destroyed. Should you fall, I’ll tear the stars apart with your name; I’ll brand your memory in fire no oblivion can claim. Should you fade, I’ll forge the dawn—turn wreckage to blaze; I’ll weave your legend into light that outlives all our days. Our oath is the blade we brandish tonight, and vengeance the spark keeping promise alight. Crests and colours unravel, cinders lift in the gale. Duty outweighs living, yet your voice tips the scale. Galaxies collapse in the gravity of your gaze. For you I’ll sling a thousand suns to kindle the haze. Let fate cinch tight its merciless clasp of stars. We answer with a war‑cry etched in scars. Should our lungs spill out their final breath, let mountains remember our echoing death. One life for legend, one life for change. Two souls entwined at the furnace’s range. If you fall, I will hunt through the dark till you’re found. If you fade, I will bend the first light to hallowed ground. Side by side we carve our path through the dusk; foes, heed our fury—we blaze beyond husk. Last breath—I’m gone; grip yours till the dawn. Let promised last words guide your step when I’m gone. Where blood brushed the stars, we were more than the war; we carved out the change the cosmos can’t ignore. Courage… Promise… Dawn… Courage… Dawn… Courage… Promise… Dawn… Promise… Dawn… Promise… Dawn…