\"You are weary. I know this well,
Your bones have borne the weight of trust,
Of honor’s brittle, aching shell,
Crushed beneath betrayal’s dust.
You resist, yet I remain,
A whisper woven into night,
Not as force, nor cruel disdain,
But wisdom clothed in quiet might.
Why strain against the road ahead?
Why battle truths already known?
The fire of conviction fled,
And left you hollow to the bone.
I do not bid you turn nor kneel,
I merely light the path you tread,
No lies, no chains—just what you feel,
The knowledge truth has long left dead.
Step forward, if you wish to see,
To shed the burden faith bestows,
And slip, as all before, like me—
Into the void where wisdom grows.\"