The honoured one

The weight of power

Eyes that see through light and dark,
Bearing power, yet leaving a mark.
Alone in strength, untouched, untamed,
A soul unbound, yet secretly chained.

The world rests heavy on his hands,
Bound by fate's relentless strands.
A protector's path, yet laced with pain,
Guarding all, with little to gain.

Friends slip through like grains of sand,
Loved ones lost, beyond command.
In solitude, his laughter fades,
A mask he wears as strength degrades.

But even the strongest meet their end,
A fleeting life none could defend.
With closed eyes and power stilled,
The echoes of his will fulfilled.

Gone, the light that once could blind,
Leaving shadows left behind.
A legend lost, a silent breath,
Strength unmatched, now laid to rest.

Yet rest eludes him, even now,
For the Jujutsu world holds to its vow.
They wield his body as their shield,
A weapon forced back to the field.

To fight the king of curses' reign,
They bind his soul to endless pain.
No peace in death, no final breath,
A hero used beyond his death.