In shadows of the night, he stands alone,

Lost in thoughts of fate, a heart of stone.

With a gaze that pierces through the darkened sky,

He dreams of what will come, yet wonders why.

Will the future bring the light, or will it shroud in pain?

A battle in his mind, a never-ending chain.

Waiting for the dawn, the future’s cruel embrace,

Will it be a dream or just another empty space?

In the silence of his soul, he fights the coming storm,

Pondering if his destiny will ever be reborn.

Every whisper of the wind tells a tale of dread,

Of shattered hopes and fears that haunt his head.

With every step he takes, the ground beneath will quake,

The road ahead is blurred, his spirit’s at stake.

Will the future bring the light, or will it shroud in pain?

A battle in his mind, a never-ending chain.

Waiting for the dawn, the future’s cruel embrace,

Will it be a dream or just another empty space?

In the silence of his soul, he fights the coming storm,

Pondering if his destiny will ever be reborn.

He stands at the edge of time,

Where hope and despair entwine.

Will he rise or fall beneath the weight of his design?

The shadows whisper lies, the future’s cold disguise.

Waiting for the dawn, the future’s cruel embrace,

Will it be a dream or just another empty space?

In the silence of his soul, he fights the coming storm,

Pondering if his destiny will ever be reborn.

In the end, he’ll face the fire,

His dreams, his fears, all that he desires.

Through the anguish and the strife, he’ll carve his fate,

Awaiting the dawn of his final, chosen state.