Unyielding Will
Beneath sorrow’s cloak, the night is cold,Its shroud a weight that seeks to choke,Yet your spirit remains fiercely bold,Unbroken by the shadows’ yoke,In the face of grief, your will won’t fold,Your resolve, a fire, is never bespoke.In the twilight, where the dark ensnares,The fabric of despair tightly weaves,Still, your courage rips through its snare,Undaunted by the mournful heaves,Against sorrow’s tides and their cruel wares,Your heart endures what grief conceives.The weight of mourning may press its claim,Turning dreams to dust, hopes to mire,Yet through the smoke, you burn the same,Unyielding, untouched by life’s dire,Sorrow’s darkness cannot tame,Your strength remains, a constant fire.Each moment cloaked in deep distress,Pales before your fierce, unyielding glare,As shadows whisper of your excess,Your will stands tall, in stark compare,Defying fate’s relentless press,You endure beyond despair’s snare.The cloak may shroud, but cannot bind,Your will remains a vivid blaze,Untouched by the sorrow’s grind,Unbroken by its mournful haze,In sorrow’s hold, a flame defined,A beacon through the darkest maze.Against the tide of endless night,Your spirit soars, defiant, free,While shadows creep with silent fright,Your will persists, a sturdy tree,In sorrow’s depths, a beacon bright,Unyielding through the misery.EnvoyThe night may cloak and shadows break,Yet beneath sorrow’s dark and thick,Your will remains unbound, unbroke.