“Frost lingers where voices fade,

  Ash drifts where prayers once stayed.

  A hollow star, a broken flame,

  Both vanish, yet remain the same.

  The night remembers what the day forgets,

  A silence carved in silhouettes.

  The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

  No song endures, no banner flies,

  Only the stare of endless eyes.

  He walks away, yet carries more—

  A weight no grave was fashioned for.

  The world is still. The tale is done.

  But shadows march,

  And he is one.”