Through the Darkest Hour
Smoke coils over silent streets,
shadows crawl along cold stone walls.
Fear whispers in every corridor,
doubt clings to every heartbeat.
He stands alone,
shoulders bent under the weight of a nation,
eyes tracing the enemy’s invisible march.
Words become torches in the darkness,
pausing, trembling, yet defiant.
Courage is not the absence of fear,
it is standing
when the world expects you to fall.
Through smoke and shadow,
he moves like fire in frozen air,
and even the night flinches.
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