Crimson moon

Beneath the crimson moon I stand, Where restless tides obey no land. The waves may break, the storms may rise, Yet fire still burns behind my eyes. Marked by battle, shaped by pain, I walk through loss, I wear the stain. No chain can bind, no fear can stay, The darkness bends but not my way. Where oceans roar and shadows call, I rise again when others fall. For strength is forged where hearts endure, And mercy fades when purpose is pure. The moon may fade, the seas may part, But resolve remai