Final Jeopardy
No mark I bear, no spark I wield,
Yet fields have cracked where I refused to yield.
The artless artist, blind to flame,
I built my name without the game.
Clad in jade and dusk-bound crown,
I climb while others summon down.
Where doors are shut, I tear them wide —
My wrath is tempered, yet none abide.
Not born to bend the stream or seal,
But forged in silence, grit, and steel.
I fly with weight, I burn with strain —
The lotus blooms through deepest pain.
Rock lee