Broken Spell

When the storm passed, the world did not return to itself. The trees still leaned as if listening. The river still murmured in a tongue half‑forgotten.

And in the quiet that followed, a spell - once whole - began to crack. Some spells break loudly; this one broke like truth thinning at the edges, like a story losing the shape it once held.

A shimmer, a fracture, a silver thread pulled loose from the night.

Lyrics

The spell was cast in silver light,
A fragile charm that bent the night.
Where even whispers lose their shape.
No exception, no escape.

The colours bleed, the edges fray,
A promise warped by night and day.
The song dissolves as light grows thin.
A final truth beneath the din.

The mirror split. The silence spoke
A hidden truth beneath the smoke

A broken spell, and silence falls,
Cracks run through these painted walls.
What was sacred comes undone
The vandal’s work has just begun.

If I could hold the sky apart,
Or trace your name across the dark,
Would the spell return to form,
Or fracture deeper in the storm?

A broken spell, and silence falls,
Cracks run through these painted walls.
What was sacred comes undone
The vandal’s work has just begun.