Silent Blade Under the Headband

In inked midnight, a lone gaze cuts the air, A cloth of silence hides the spoken prayer. His headband binds the storm behind his eyes, While shadows braid their vows in fractured ties. Each etched line hums like steel beneath the skin, A quiet war where patient breaths begin. He waits, unmoved, where starlit darkness stays, And trains his heart to walk the narrow ways.