River of Resolve

In the veil of mist, a river flows, A mirrored reflection of the soul's dark night. The figures on its bank, a shadowy host, Their movements, a choreographed, solemn boast. With spears in hand, they form a fragile line, A barrier against the unknown, a will to define. The river's murmur, a gentle, insistent hush, A reminder of the journey, the path to be rushed. The trees, bare-branched, like skeletal hands, Reach towards the sky, a haunting, mournful band. The fog, a shroud, that wraps the scene, In mystery, and an air of foreboding dream. Yet, in this somber tableau, a story's told, Of resilience, and a determination to unfold. A testament to the human spirit's might, That guides us through the darkest of nights.