The Empty Will Poem by Hnt var

In life, I died.
In death, I wandered.

In wandering, I had mastered the finding.
In finding, I had conquered.
Yet conquered and lost once again.

I held on to the forces that deprived me of my victory,
and saw them smile as I no longer had the will to stand strong.

So here, brought down to my knees and left in the abyss of depression.
Yet never has the moment of destruction hit me, never has time taken my will from me.

And never shall surrender enter my empty will.