Epitaph of Unshakable Will
by Dawg
Here lies the shadow, neither vanquished nor bent,
a whisper at midnight, a specter that will not dissolve.
Within every silence where the bold have spent
their strength, it gathers–undaunted, resolved.
Contours of power etched in each clandestine glide,
unyielding in gloom, outlasting the day.
Its presence is carved in the pulse of the tide,
a tattoo of resistance that will not decay.
Amidst whispers of doom and hollowed fears,
it paces the dark, sharp as a blade–
marking the years in the marrow, not tears,
making a legend where failures once weighed.
In shadows, its essence casts a fierce sign,
a rhythm of force undiminished by fate.
Defiant in darkness, refusing decline,
a signature strength that no dread can abate.
For those who wander the shadow’s embrace,
its dance is a beacon, an unyielding grace–
rest now, if you must, while the night makes its claim,
but within these shadows, remember the name.
A legacy inked in a dance with the void,
unshakable, stalwart, impossible to destroy–
for as long as there are shadows, as long as there’s night,
this will is immortal, and darkness its right.