A lone man treads through shadow's reign,
With weary steps and screeching pain.
The world in pieces, he tries to bind,
Fighting foes no soul can find.

His hands are scarred, his heart weighs deep,
Yet promises made, he swears to keep.
He battles fears that none can see,
Guarding dreams that will never be.

The ones he loves, he shields with care,
Yet leaves them wounded, unaware.
Their cries, unspoken, haunt his dreams,
Yet nobody listens to his painful screams.

Through endless nights, his soul does strain,
To break the chains, to ease the pain.
Yet shadows whisper, cold and near,
Revealing the monster he's grown to fear.

His hope flickers, yet will not die,
A spark that brightens up his sky.
Though broken, tired, his spirit fights,
To carve a path towards the light.

At last, he turns, with only a whisper,
that says it all and none at all.
Only heard by the shadows he fought,
For they are his only despair through the night.

He rubs his hands and pats their heads,
shaking them as he turns to the light.
With one final look at his dear darkness,
the whispers now has become the darkness anthem.

I now step into the light. Willingly.