XXXI: Hope, is there any? II Part I

(From Qin Shi Huang’s perspective)

In shadows deep, where silence dwells,

A soul adrift in the cells of desolation.

Abandoned, lost, by faith betrayed,

In barren lands, his dreams decayed.

Once held by kin, now naught but air,

Echoes linger, a mournful despair.

The world, a stranger, turns its gaze,

As hope’s last ember dims and frays.

No hand to clasp, no voice to hear,

Alone, he bears the weight of fear.

A heart once bold now weary, worn,

In solitude, he’s left to mourn.

Yet, in the stillness, a spark remains,

A flicker of light through the chains of sorrow.

For even in the darkest night,

A glimmer of hope can still take flight.

In solitude’s embrace, he finds his strength,

Resilience is born from trials at length.

Though all have left, he’ll rise anew,

For hope, undying, will see him through.