Orion's Belt - Obsidian Heart

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The clock face spins on empty gears, The silence screams against my ears.
The cold obsidian heart I hold, A shadow cast, a story told.
The mirrors crack where I once stood, A silent pact misunderstood.
The anchor pulls on sinking ground, No echo here, no single sound.

I shed the skin of fragile past, The brittle chains that held too fast.
The gravity cannot contain, The surge of fire, the cleansing rain.
My armor plated, forged anew, A truth of steel cutting right through.
This shattered glass reflects the fight, I claim the fury of the night.

The phantom touch, the dying ember, A promise that I can't remember.
The steel cage door is left ajar, I track the flight of a falling star.
The oxygen is thin and sharp, I tune the strings upon my harp.
The current drags me out to sea, A wilder self is meant to be.

I shed the skin of fragile past, The brittle chains that held too fast.
The gravity cannot contain, The surge of fire, the cleansing rain.
My armor plated, forged anew, A truth of steel cutting right through.
This shattered glass reflects the fight, I claim the fury of the night.