Where crumbled walls once held despair,
Your glow renews the evening air.
The dusk obeys, the breezes sigh,
And lift your name into the sky.

The roses hush, the night grows deep,
Yet all its silence longs to keep.
Your fleeting flame, so pure, so rare,
That even shadows learn to care.

The ivy sways, the stones take breath,
They rise above their weight of death.
Your beauty lifts, your grace redeems,
And turns the dark to golden dreams.