The Fool’s Step

He stands upon the edge so thin, where dark begins, where lights grow dim. One step beyond the world he knows, to chase the path that madness shows. No crown, no praise, no guiding hand, no map to mark where he should stand. Yet whispers call from depths unknown, where dreams may rest and truth is shown. "The fall," he says, "is worth the flight," the void is lit with phantom light. Not for glory, not for gold, but for the spark that fear withholds. The chasm roars, but he stays still, a fragile heart, unyielding will. And as he leaps, his step reveals a bridge where hope and fate align.