In the shadows where echoes dwell,
A tale unfolds, a heart's silent spell.
Constantine, in robes of white,
A weary soul, lost in the night.
He knelt for the girl with haunted eyes,
While demons danced in deceitful guise.
Her spirit flickered, like a candle's flame,
In a tempest of sorrow, too fierce to tame.
In the stillness, he felt her sigh,
A whisper of hope, an unbroken tie.
"Love's the key, can't you see?
Break the chains, set her free.
In the storm's heart, we'll find our way,
Love's the light that conquers the gray."
"Everything's alright," he softly declared,
As shadows retreated, and courage flared.
The girl, she trembled, trapped in despair,
While the demon thrived on her deepest fear.
Yet Constantine learned through pain and strife,
That love's the beacon, the pulse of life.
With every heartbeat, a promise ignites,
To embrace the darkness, to shatter the night.
He glimpsed the demon, a lost soul in plight,
Yearning for kindness, to emerge into light.
With fervent whispers, he drew ever near,
Together they'd conquer, together they'd steer.
"Love's the key, can't you see?
Break the chains, set her free.
In the storm's heart, we'll find our way,
Love's the light that conquers the gray."
"Everything's alright," he boldly proclaimed,
With love as their armor, they both were reclaimed.
Love is the key, it's crystal clear,
Together we rise, forever sincere.
In the glow of our bond, we've banished the night,
With love as our guide, all wrongs turn to right.
"Love's the key; it's our destiny,
Together we flourish, forever we'll be free."