In the realm where shadows dance and fade,
Lies a spark, a flame unafraid,
To blaze a trail through the dark,
A soul, a spirit, a singular mark.

Amidst the crowd, a voice distinct,
Not to conform, nor to sync,
With whispers of a world so vast,
An echo of the self, steadfast.

Through storms and calm, it stands alone,
The journey of the heart, the unknown,
A voyage of truths yet to be found,
In silence, a symphony profound.

For in the mirror of the night,
Reflects a light, pure and bright,
The essence of being uniquely you,
A story of one, forever true.