In shadows deep, I walk alone,
A silent figure, cast in stone.
My heart a forge, my soul a flame,
Crafting dreams, yet bearing shame.

I've wandered realms, both near and far,
Seeking truths, beneath each star.
Yet in my hands, no treasure gleams,
Only echoes, of shattered dreams.

A thousand whispers, haunt my mind,
Of paths untaken, left behind.
In solitude, I find my peace,
Yet yearn for wars, that never cease.

So here I stand, in twilight's glow,
A wanderer, with naught to show.
But in my heart, a fire burns,
For in my soul, adventure yearns.