The Glass Swan

Once, we danced in silver light, Echoes born from ancient skies, Now the mirrors fade to night, And truth in ashes lies. The past, cursed by the future’s flame, The world forgets its sacred name, We carve our tombs in songs of glass, And drown the grace of those who passed. Dreams decay in neon rain, Time devours its own refrain, Each generation breaks the chain, And mocks the ghosts it can’t contain. Not the gears, not steel, nor code— But hearts that falter on this road, We’ve lost the voice that once could heal, Now silence is all we feel. The past, cursed by the future’s flame, Our hearts no longer bear the same, And as the stars dissolve in blue, The swan sinks deep— and so do you.