In shadows deep, a whispered tale
A humble soul, no banners sail
Yet in the silence, truths unfold
A story spun, both brave and bold

In garments rich or tattered thread
A spirit roams, where echoes tread
Its essence keen, a subtle grace
A mystery veiled, a fleeting trace

"And who are you?" the voice resounds
A seeker's quest, where truth surrounds
Not born of gold or scarlet hue
A solitary soul, both old and new

With words that cut like sharpened knives
A narrative of shifting lives
No rains may weep, no halls decree
The echoes linger, wild and free

"And who are you?" the question asked
A journey taken, a die cast
In varied shades, the answer lies
A whispered truth, beneath the skies
© Folkland