In the vast expanse where darkness reigns,
A lone poet sails ⛵ amidst the unknown lanes,
Seven oceans of shadow, where hope seems lost,
Yet within his verses, a universe embossed.
His vessel, a craft of dreams and rhymes,
Navigates through depths of desolate times,
Each wave that crashes, whispers despair,
But his pen wields light, dispelling the air.
Across the murky waters, whispers echo deep,
Secrets of lands where sorrow runs steep,
Cities drowned in shadows, souls adrift,
Yet his words, like beacons, offer a gift.
For in his lines, there's a guiding ray,
Illuminating the path, showing the way,
Through verses spun with wisdom's thread,
He paints a cosmos, where hope isn't dead.
Amidst the sinking realms and fading light,
He crafts verses that battle the endless night,
His poetry, a vessel for truth to unfurl,
A map for lost hearts in a bewildering swirl.
Though the oceans of darkness may seem vast,
He sails undeterred, his spirit steadfast,
For within his soul, a radiant fire glows,
A poet, a beacon, as the world he bestows.
So, let his words traverse the unknown tide,
Guiding lost souls, with hope as their guide,
In the seven