He stood in the shadow of silence,
where choices scream louder than words.
A robe of faith wrapped around him,
threadbare,yet unbroken.

Born to the quiet strength of belief,
he held visions of purity,
white and red crowns offered-
innocence and sacrifice.
He chose both.

In the prison of brick and smoke,
where names were numbers
and hope a fading scent,
he found a voice
not in protest
but in offering.

One man condemned.
Another spared.
He stepped forward-
not to escape death,
but to meet it
on his own terms.

Ten days in darkness,
no food,
no water,
only prayer.
Only light where no light should be.

When they opened the door,
he was still kneeling.

A man gone,
yet still present
in the space between courage and love.