In the silent echoes of the night,
Where shadows dance in gentle sway,
A man stands firm in quiet might,
Facing the dawn of a new day.
His heart, a vessel of dreams untold,
Carries the whispers of his past,
With courage worn like a cloak of gold,
He strides forward, steadfast and steadfast.
Beneath the armor lies a tender soul,
A tapestry woven with scars and grace,
In his eyes, the universe unfolds,
Finding strength in each embrace.
A journey not marked by paths of ease,
But by the storms he dares to weather,
For being a man is to seize
Each challenge, and rise beyond measure.