In this waning world bereft of brilliance, among a mass of millions be known;
Choose to strike bold & boast strength, beyond heaven's pavilions be known.
Lesser souls of hollow words be ****** by comfort’s quiet chain;
For greatness is tribunal through trial, loss, and pain.
When fleeting minds bow swift to ease and shun the steeper climb,
Stand firm against the skeptic tide, the steadfast path shall be thine.
Though doubt may poison wells as defeat cast thy skies in fear,
Clench thy crimson fists and rise—till heights unknown draw near.
Consider me not a phantom nor prophet, for I too have felt the blade;
I speak not from the summit, but the ascent that I've almost made.