The nameless hero

Under the cloak of night, he tread alone,

A man forsaking all he had known.

Through gates that loomed with shadows deep,

He left behind a world in silent sleep.

"None shall know it was you," the whispers told,

"But you shall know, and I shall hold

The secret of your noble quest,

As the world, unknowing, finds its rest."

His home, his family, his castle grand,

All left behind, like footprints in the sand.

Wealth and comfort, he cast aside,

For a journey where shadows and secrets reside.

In the stillness of the midnight air,

A promise borne of solemn care.

He walked unseen, in silence bound,

A guardian for a world profound.

None would stand beside him on this path,

No songs of praise, no aftermath.

His name would fade, a ghostly trace,

Yet he would mend the world’s disgrace.

Through forests dark and mountains high,

Beneath a silent, star-streaked sky,

He moved with purpose, heart of stone,

To end the suffering, alone.

His trials faced in shadows' embrace,

With none to witness, none to chase.

Yet every step, a silent vow,

To heal the world, here and now.

"None shall remember," echoed the plea,

Yet his soul bore the memory.

A burden carried, a silent fight,

To bring the dawn from darkest night.

In the end, the world remained unscarred,

Its people safe, its future starred.

None would know his sacrifice,

The man who paid the hidden price.

But he knew, and the whisperer knew,

That for the world, his heart stayed true.

In the shadows, his legacy did blend,

A nameless hero, till the end.