In solitude, I find my grace, A citadel of whispers known, A monument time can’t erase, Where every scar became a throne. Unraveled ties now turned to stone, In echoes of the vows once sworn, I stand as legend, fierce and lone, For in their myths, a legend born. Wrapped in shadows, yet I gleam, An epitaph of tales untold, Untouchable in waking dream, A legacy for ages bold.