root-book

In a coffin of cruel metal, bound by chains, A man endures, with agony that remains. His limbs shackled, pierced by a sword''''s cruel thrust, In darkness he hangs, betrayed and left to rust. Desperate pleas to gods echo unheard, As silence envelops, no answer conferred. Memories flicker, of a life once known, Now lost in the void, in this prison alone. Days bleed to nights, an eternal abyss, Where hope fades, yet defiance persists. In the depths of despair, a spark remains, A belief that salvation might break these chains. Through relentless torment, he clings to his mind, In a battle for sanity, against time. Amidst the shadows and echoing cries, A distant hope whispers, as time flies. As seasons pass and life outside thrives, Within his coffin, a spirit survives. Echoes of civilization reach his ears, Could it be, he wonders, after all these years? Voices of life, of laughter and strife, Hints of a world beyond his prison rife. Perhaps the gods, in their mysterious way, Have not forsaken him, as he once did say. In this tale of torment, where darkness abounds, A flicker of hope in the silence resounds. For even in the deepest, darkest night, A glimmer of light can guide back to life''''s flight.