Skeletorino
Neues Mitglied
Where echoes wept on bridges wide,
where golden towers kissed the tide.
The hands of time refused to bend,
yet fate stood still—was this the end?
Beneath the sky of whispered gold,
on ancient stones, so worn, so old.
A city’s heart, where rivers glow,
where love was spoken, soft and low.
Half a hundred steps to the northern sun,
fourteen echoes where the waters run.
Two hearts confessed, no fear, no shame,
a love too wild to bear a name.
A vow once made beneath the light,
still lingers there in silent night.
Where petals fell in crimson streams,
soft as lips in fragile dreams.
A fleeting touch, a spark so true,
for in this world, there’s only you.
Where fire danced on crescent seas,
and lanterns swayed upon the breeze.
A place where tides obey the moon,
where fate had carved its quiet rune.
Nine times the sun had kissed the waves,
while ninety-nine secrets slept in caves.
A wooden table near the endless blue,
under skies that once whispered “you.”
A question carved yet left unspoken,
its silence now a promise broken.
The stars had watched, the waves had known,
but silent lips can’t carve in stone.
Nine stars above, a silver crest,
and twenty-seven dreams left unconfessed.
Had I spoken then, beneath that sky,
would you be walking now by my side?
Would your hand be warm in mine,
a golden ring, a vow divine?
The earth itself would bow and sing,
as I carried you—my everything.
Through ancient halls and golden gates,
no time too late, no hand too faint.
A home where laughter bends the air,
where whispered love is always there.
The true love is written in the stars,
etched in time, untouched by wars.
A prophecy whispered long ago,
that only hearts once bound would know.
so I sought the one who gave you life,
and asked if you would be my wife.
She smiled soft, she knew it too—
there’s only one, and that is you.
But foolish winds will twist and turn,
make fire cold and bright stars burn.
A careless word, a fleeting fight,
a storm that stole the clearest light.
Not mountains high nor oceans deep,
just whispered doubts we failed to keep.
And now the nights are cold and long,
the echoes hum a different song.
No hand to hold, no vow to keep,
just whispered love the stars still weep.
Yet fate is not so blind nor cruel,
its hands still turn, its fire still fuels.
For some loves sleep, but never fade,
and some mistakes beg to be unmade.
The story lingers, bound yet free,
its final page—a choice, a key.
Not written twice, not turned anew,
the path ahead is traced by you.
And if the world could turn once more,
To that one night, that wooden shore,
I’d kneel, I’d ask, I’d make it right,
Be who you deserved that night.
Not lost in fear, not lost in pride,
But yours forever, as husband and wife.
Not all roads bend, not all return,
some bridges stand, while others burn.
Yet where the sky and ocean meet,
where silence walks with time discreet,
where past and future dare to blend,
one truth remains—it does not end.
A question carved beyond the moon,
a vow unspoken, yet not doomed.
The stars still whisper, as they knew,
that prophecy was always you.