Soul of the Warrior
Reflection
In the quiet of the storm, a soul stirs,
A warrior's gaze, a silent vow.
The winds of destiny whisper his name,
Snoar, the one who bears the weight of time.
His eyes, a canvas of untold stories,
Hold the echoes of battles long past.
The earth beneath him trembles with his resolve,
A testament to the strength that lies within.
The white stripe on his face, a mark of honor,
A symbol of purity in the chaos of war.
His uniform, a shield of duty and pride,
A cloak that hides the heart of a lion.
The world around him fades into sepia,
A reminder of the past that shaped his path.
Yet, his spirit remains unyielding,
A beacon of hope in the darkest of nights.
For in his eyes, the viewer sees themselves,
A reflection of their own inner strength.
A journey of transformation, courage, and resilience,
Guided by the soul of the warrior, Snoar.