Before the sky learned how to break,
Before the stars knew fear,
There was a world of silver flame
That sang so bright, so clear.
Its cities crowned the endless dark,
Its rivers touched the Veil,
Till hands reached past the final law
And tore the stars to wail.
They called it home, they called it whole,
They called it evermore—
But even gods can fall to ash
When pride unlocks the door.
Oh Ilsharyon, Crown of flame,
Broken world, undying name,
Your bones still burn in heaven’s seam,
Your dust still haunts our dream.
The sky remembers how you died,
The night still bears your scar—
You are not gone, you never were,
You are the ash in every star.
The sun did not betray that day,
The moons did not cry out,
It was the will of living minds
That snuffed creation’s shout.
Steel turned thought and thought turned fire,
Truth was torn apart—
And when the world was torn in two,
So was the mortal heart.
Fragments drift where songs once lived,
In silent, burning rain—
And every shard that strikes our soil
Still whispers ancient pain.
Oh Ilsharyon, shattered throne,
Crown of ash, of light, of bone,
Your fall still shapes the turning skies,
Your breath still never dies.
From meteor tear to Veilborn flame,
From blade to staff to scar—
You are not dust, you are not past,
You are the ash in every star.
Some say you wait beyond the dark,
Some say you warn us still,
That worlds don’t end by fate alone—
They end by chosen will.
If ever we should walk your path,
And reach too far, too fast…
May we remember how you fell,
And choose a different past.
Oh Ilsharyon, broken crown,
Your silence weighs creation down,
Yet in your ruin truth remains:
No power stands unchanged.
From Aurelia’s fragile flame
To skies both near and far—
We carry you, we sing you still,
The ash in every star.
Sleep now, world of burning song,
Your echo guards our way…
For ashes fall—but memory
Refuses to decay.
