The walls hum with heavy breath,
Chains whisper promises of death.
Each step echoes a rebel\'s heart,
Bold flames tearing the dark apart.
The torchlight quivers in my hand,
Dreams of freedom in shifting sands.
Iron doors groan like ancient wills,
A push, a crack, then all is still.
The stones remember every fight,
Every shadow that dared the night.
But I am more than walls can claim—
A searing pulse, untamed flame.
The beast roars loud behind my back;
Its hunger follows, sharp and black.
Still, my feet choose the unknown,
The fire lives beneath the stone.
Victory tastes of soot and sky,
No cage can keep a spirit’s cry.
I leap beyond, unbound, anew—
The dungeon fades in morning’s hue.