In the silent expanse where stars dare not tread,
A warrior lost, his spirit heavy with dread.
No sword in hand, no armor to shield his soul,
Just whispers of memories, shadows take their toll.
In the void's embrace, where echoes softly sigh,
He wanders alone, beneath a vast, empty sky.
Glimmers of battles fought, victories now gone,
Fade into nothingness, a melancholy song.
Yet within his heart, a spark refuses to fade,
A beacon of hope in this desolate arcade.
For warriors, though lost in the depths of the unknown,
Carry resilience, a strength that's their own.
Through the endless expanse, he searches for the light,
Guided by courage, through the endless night.
A warrior still, amidst the void's bitter chill,
Finding purpose anew, with each moment to fulfill.
