It made me stronger, but I was a child then,
A tender soul untouched by sorrow’s grim ken.
I didn’t need to lose my family in that accident,
To bear the weight of a fate, unmeasured and bent.

Awakened by the turmoil, my form took hold,
An ancestral power within me, untold.
I yearned for companionship, to be by their side,
But destiny had another path to decide.

Now I walk this path alone, among others like me,
Yet the bond we share eel transient, it’s plain to see.
They cannot fathom the depths of my being,
For in my silence, The enigma I am decreeing.

A stoic countenance veil my true face,
Emotions concealed, secrets I embrace.
My disappearance, my silence, they breed unease,
Uncertain of what lies beyond the calm breeze.

They speak of untapped potential, a promise held,
But they cannot fathom the tale that I’ve withheld.
Alone, I wander through the shadows, Unclaimed,
Yearning for connection, A bond untamed.

But alas, they know not the essence within,
The struggles I’ve faced, the battles I’ve been.
They see me as a puzzle, a riddle unsolved,
Yet my true self remains, a mystery involved.

So I tread this path with resilience and might,
Guided by the silver mist, my ancestral light.
In solitude, I find strength, resilience to bear,
For I am Ishnol, the enigmatic heir.

Though they may not know me, nor my story unfold,
I forge my own destiny, a tale yet untold.
And through the darkness, I’ll discover my way,
A beacon of hope, in the night I shall stay.