Rage Against the Dying Light
Prologue The village nestled beneath the cliffs, Where winds howled fierce and tales would shift. A place where time both crawled and flew, And men faced choices stark and true. In the shadow of their final breath, They defied the looming touch of death. "Do not go gentle," they’d declare, For life was fire, not despair. Chapter 1: The Old Sailor By the harbor stood Captain Roan, His body frail, his strength near gone. Once he tamed the wildest seas, Now he leaned on gnarled trees. The waves called out, a siren's song, “Your time is over; you don’t belong.” But Roan, with eyes like stormy skies, Growled his reply, defying lies: “Do not go gentle, oh raging sea, Your tides have not the strength to bury me. I’ll face your wrath, I’ll stand and fight, And rage against the dying light.” Chapter 2: The Widow In a cottage draped in ivy’s grip, Lived Greta, her world a sinking ship. Her love long gone to war’s cruel game, But her heart still burned, a...