In the whisper of the night, he stands alone,
A shadow amidst the stars, a heart of stone.
Guided by the moon’s gentle grace,
He protects the dreams we dare to chase.

With eyes that see beyond the veil,
He walks through storms, unfazed by gale.
His strength a fortress, unyielding and true,
A hero unseen, yet known to few.

In silence, he crafts a world anew,
Mending the broken, the lost, the few.
His courage a flame, burning bright,
A beacon of hope in the darkest night.

Though nameless he remains, his deeds resound,
In every soul where hope is found.
A silent guardian, steadfast and strong,
A hero’s tale, an unsung song.