In the depths where shadows writhe and churn,
A man stands alone, with nowhere to turn.
His heart, a fire barely alight,
Flickers and fades in the endless night.

Behind him, whispers of comfort call,
Promises of warmth, of safety’s thrall.
Ahead, the screams of those held dear,
Bound by chains of sorrow and fear.

Every step forward pulls him down,
In the weight of choices that would drown.
The path is jagged, the way unclear—
Yet still he lingers, frozen in fear.

Memories flash of laughter, of home,
Of gentle voices, the life he’d known.
Yet whispers grow, cold and sly,
Offering peace, or a painless goodbye.

Through blood and fire, he claws his way,
Each step a sacrifice, a price to pay.
A knife in his soul, sharp and deep,
For the lives he must save, or for himself to keep.

The choice looms heavy, dark and vast,
Haunting his mind with shadows cast.
His face set firm, his resolve unknown—
A silent storm where he's alone.

And as he stands on that threshold, torn,
Between duty’s call and a life reborn,
The story fades, and we’ll never see,
The path he chose, his destiny.