In the echo of halls where legends once roamed,
A whisper now echoes, in twilight it moans,
Robert, the golden god, whose voice kissed the air,
With notes like the summer and shadows laid bare.
The news falls like raindrops, each one a surprise,
A curtain is drawn as the last encore dies,
The magic of melodies, woven in dreams,
Now catches the light through unspoken seams.
Led Zeppelin’s spirit, like a phoenix it soared,
In rhythms and roars, their legacy poured,
Four hearts bound together, in a tempest of sound,
Yet now that ís fractured, a silence profound.
Fans clutch their guitars, with fingers in prayer,
Each chord a remembrance, a sweet love affair,
From “Stairway to Heaven” to “Whole Lotta Love,”
Each lyric lingers, like echoes from above.
What brings forth the end of a journey so grand?
As golden leaves fall, like the touch of his hand,
Is this peace or a longing, a curtain that’s drawn?
The voice that once shook us, now bids us stay on.
He’s danced with the spirits, embraced every song,
A bard of the ages, where the restless belong,
And as he steps back, we’re left with the scars,
Of moments that flickered like wild blazing stars.
O fans of the thunder, let tears mingle slow,
For music never dies; it ebbs, it will flow,
In our hearts, his echo will always remain,
A warm, whispered solace, amidst love and pain.
So raise your voices, let the anthems arise,
In the shadows of silence, we’ll never say goodbye,
For Robert, the voyager, has not truly fled,
In the songs we keep singing, his spirit is led..
The golden god bows, but not without grace,
Etched in eternity, his timeless embrace.
As the final chord fades, let the world understand,
In the silence that follows, the music expands.
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