Echoes in Ruin
Reflection
In a world forsaken, where shadows roam free,
Miniature souls stand, a symphony to be.
Their instruments sing, a melancholy refrain,
Echoing through the desolate terrain.
The earth beneath them, cracked and worn,
A canvas for their sorrow, a stage forlorn.
The soundboard lies, a dark and silent lake,
Reflecting the beauty their music would make.
In this miniature world, they find their voice,
A cry into the void, a heartfelt choice.
To stand, to play, to let their spirits soar,
In a landscape barren, yet alive with more.
Their music whispers secrets, of hope and despair,
A testament to resilience, beyond compare.
In ruin, they find harmony, a symphony of pain,
A reminder that even in decay, beauty remains.