The Last Knight in the Smoke
He climbs the cinder waves where cold winds write. A single shaft of dawn unseals the night. His cloak becomes a sail for grief and fire, While quiet steel keeps tightening its desire. No trumpet calls—only the smoke replies. He holds the line where fading courage lies. Through ash and hush, he turns toward the beam, A steadfast spark inside a darkened dream.
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A3 (30×42 cm)
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