In shadows cast by fate's decree, A man walks paths where love's the key. But destiny, a solitary hand, Guides him through a barren land.

Each encounter, a fleeting flame, Yet none can quell his silent claim. For in his heart, a solitary beat, Echoes the truth of his defeat.

His character, a tangled vine, Struggles against fate's design. For every bond, too soon untwined, Leaves him alone, the lonely kind.

Though yearning whispers fill the air, His destiny remains laid bare. For in the tapestry of his life's design, A solitary path, his heart resigns.

So he wanders on, through endless night, Where stars above refuse to unite. A man alone, his fate decreed, To walk alone, where shadows lead.