Projector hums in cracked stone nave
Acetate curls on heated wave
Shutter clicks where bellrope sings
Gate catches frames of fallen kings
Sprocket teeth pull history through
Emulsion melts in bonfire hue
Silver halide drinks the flame
Each frame a prayer without a name
Spool and ember wind together
Celluloid burns bright forever
Thread the leader through the fire
Watch the knight ascend the spire
Leader tape chars at ragged edge
Knight in brass and tarnished pledge
Estus flask catches projector glow
Ash falls soft on lens below
Sprocket teeth pull history through
Emulsion melts in bonfire hue
Silver halide drinks the flame
Each frame a prayer without a name
Spool and ember wind together
Celluloid burns bright forever
Thread the leader through the fire
Watch the knight ascend the spire
Kiln door yawns in final reel
Lordvessel cracks its silver seal
Choir voice rises from the spool
Alto breath in carbon fuel
Rewind. Advance. Hold the gate.
Let the frame accumulate.
No cut. No splice. No mercy edit.
Just light and dust and fire commit.
Spool and ember wind together
Celluloid burns bright forever
Thread the leader through the fire
Watch the knight ascend the spire
Tail leader flaps in ashen gale
Last frame holds where light prevails
Projectionist folds calloused hands
Ghost image burns on ruined strands
Spool and ember wind together
Celluloid burns bright forever
Thread the leader through the fire
Watch the knight ascend the spire
Spool and ember wind together
Celluloid burns bright forever
Gate closes. Motor slows.
First flame takes what celluloid knows.
