Silent Warrior He rides the horse through endless skies, his shadow merging where the eagle flies. A spear that gleams like a vow untold, to guard the land, the hearts it holds. No one hears the tears he hides, only fire burning in his eyes. Upon his shoulders, ancestors rest, their whispered oaths beat in his chest. Though mist and time may veil the ground, He keeps the sacred circle bound. For this land is blood and flame, a spirit that shall not wane. O silent warrior, lone and true, the winds still carry your promise through. To guard this earth, both root and wing, forever bound to the sacred ring. 🎨 Serin Alar