Who twists the threads of thought to shout?

Who steps forth when in doubt’s clout?

Who walks the path of doubt about,

Yet stands—without a doubt?

A message whispered, soft yet clear,

Truth’s light, though shrouded, draws near.

But shadows cling, they twist and turn,

In silent halls where doubts discern.

Buried deep where sands entwine,

Throat pressed down, yet still I shine.

Beneath the toe of earth’s embrace,

I gasp for air in this dark place.

Is it the Mollusk’s muffled cry,

Or echoes of my own sigh?

Endless gaze in hollow night,

Who wanders lost? Who holds the light?

I am the one who bends not low,

Through whispers cold and winds that blow.

In every fall, in every test,

I rise—unshaken, manifest.

Affliction’s weight may press my tone,

Yet in its grip, I stand alone.

In spite of friction, fire’s might,

I’ll pierce the veil of endless night.

You do not know, nor can you see,

The blaze that burns eternally.

The soul’s deep fire, untamed, untold—

The truth of me, both fierce and bold.