Piranesi from Perlegere by Fingle

[Verse 1]
The halls stretch wide, the tides return,
Marble floors where the waters churn.
I walk with reverence, silent and slow,
Among the statues only I know.
The faun says shush, playing his game,
The woman with bees, I whisper her name.
“The House is kind,” it shelters me,
In endless chambers, I am free.

[Chorus]
What is lost, the House remembers,
In its stones, eternal embers.
I keep my journals, line by line,
To honour what was once divine.
Statues watch, and statues weep,
In halls of silence, secrets sleep.

[Verse 2]
The Prophet spoke, the Other lies,
Shadows fall through the northern skies.
Yet the House is holy, vast, and true,
Its staircases lead to something new.
The angel with sword, the king with crown,
The child with a shell, all written down.
"The Beauty of the House is immeasurable,
Its Kindness infinite," eternal, perpetual.

[Chorus]
What is lost, the House remembers,
In its stones, eternal embers.
I keep my journals, line by line,
To honour what was once divine.
Statues watch, and statues weep,
In halls of silence, secrets sleep.

[Bridge]
Am I the Beloved, am I the forgotten?
Names fade like tides, memories rotten.
But still I walk, I listen, I pray,
Among the statues who never decay.

[Verse 3]
This year the albatross came to the western hall,
Sixteen came, the other did fall,
I did not go mad, I learned what is true
I learned what the seeker was trying to do
The House and I, we coincide.
Though others come with cruel intent,
The House remains magnificent.
“I am the Beloved Child of the House,” I say,
And in its arms, I will stay.

[Verse 4]
Once I was someone, a seeker, a son,
A name forgotten, a life undone.
In scattered papers the truth remains,
Matthew Rose Sorensen was my name.
But in these halls I was reborn,
Carved in silence, carried in form.
The House remade me, set me free,
I am Piranesi, and Piranesi is me.


[Chorus – Final]
What is lost, the House remembers,
In its stones, eternal embers.
In this other world I'm no longer alone,
Perhaps I'll go back, to a place I can own.
Statues watch, and statues weep,
In halls of silence, secrets sleep.

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