Embers Amidst Winter

In the final act of this play,

He finds himself lost in dismay.

Though battles were lost, his love remains true,

But fate's hand paints a different view.

Through battles fought hard and dreams deferred,

He finds himself broken, his spirit blurred.

Though his heart beats with an undying flame,

His dreams lie broken, and his spirit maimed.

Persisting, while his weapons silently weep, 

Fragments of hope, like shattered glass, he keeps.

Though he may stumble, and though he may fall,

His heart bleeds on, shards of love through it all.

So he whispers his love into the void,

Hoping she'll hear, though his voice is destroyed.

In the silence that follows, he quietly mourns,

For love may endure, but the boy is torn.

And he may never find peace in the end,

Yet love remains, forever a friend.

Though battles may rage, with victories none,

He holds onto love, like the dying sun.

As the curtain falls on this scene,

He hopes that love remains evergreen.

For sometimes, in the clash of hearts and fate,

Love finds a way, defying every debate.

Though battered and worn, he stands tall,

With the grace of love, he'll conquer it all.

In silent moments, when the world stands still,

He prays that he endures, defying all will.