"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.
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."