In a void where no time flows,
A soul is bound, her power froze.
Through echoes lost in endless screams,
She lives each moment, torn between.

A sun of darkness,
veiled in crimson glow.
A ring of corona's might,
where only chaos shall grow.  

The weaver spins with threads unseen,
Her choice shall tip what lies between.
Two fates will dance in heaven’s glow,
Which thread will break, which one will grow?

Bound by glass of shattered time,
Her heart beats in rhythm with the crime.
A life to live, a life to give,
The cost unknown, yet forced to live.

The obelisks stand, silent and grand,
A shield of hope across the land.
Their dormant power, yet to rise,
Activated by one who hears the skies.

If power reigns and shadows fall,
A crown of stars will silence all.
Beneath its weight, the stars will fade,
As darkness spreads, and hope will trade.

Beware the hour, the day of star fire,
For destinies clash amidst the pyre.
A choice to doom, a choice to save,
The future lies beyond the grave.