Final Jeopardy
He walks where banners bend to the wind,
a shape too bright for shadows to touch.
Eyes like steel under a fair sky,
measuring the world as a throne.
Dreams are birds in his palm,
fragile and gleaming,
but he does not tremble
when they shatter to build his empire.
Charms bloom, smiles weave,
but beneath the silk and gold
lurks a hunger
that does not forgive.
He flies beyond mercy,
beyond love,
and the ground remembers
only the shadow of wings
that will never rest.
Griffith