Unyielding
In the blackness of a merciless night,
I stand alone, chained are my hands.
No mercy found, no guiding light,
Just the pulse of rage where silence stands.
Fate strikes hard—its blows I feel.
But I refuse to crumble, refuse to kneel.
The world may twist, may bleed me dry.
Yet my mind, my core, I have concealed.
Beyond the edge, death waits it's cold,
But I face it square, unshaken, spent.
My scars I wear, every story told,
Carves the empire of my own design.
Lock me in darkness, drown me here.
It matters not—the fire does not go out.
I own the path my spirit takes,
Unbroken, unbound, until my end.
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