He fell—or perhaps, he awakened,
A soul cast adrift on frostbound tides.
He wandered, a seeker, a shadow reborn,
Through the shattered dreams of a cruel world's guise.
Encounters etched in the tapestry of fate,
Adventures carved in peril's stone.
The cries of anguish, a symphony of ruin,
Tore the veil of innocence he'd once known.
With power vast, he could mend the broken,
A savior's flame in the darkest night.
Yet never did he dream, in all his might,
That his own soul longed for the light.
In the ruins of hope, he stands unyielding,
A titan of strength, a heart concealed.
For in saving others, he begins to learn—
Even the savior must one day be healed.
