In realms unseen, where power lies,
A force that soars, reaching the skies.
It whispers secrets, ancient and deep,
Unveiling mysteries we yearn to keep.

Power, a tempest, fierce and bold,
Like wildfire spreading, untamed and untold.
It can shape nations with its might,
Or crumble empires in a single night.

A double-edged sword, it bears its weight,
For in its grip, destinies await.
With noble hearts, it can heal and mend,
But wielded recklessly, it can bring an end.

A leader's hand, adorned with might,
Can guide the lost, bring hope and light.
Inspire the weak to rise and believe,
A beacon of strength, their doubts relieve.

In words resounding, power finds a voice,
It echoes truth, a catalyst for choice.
A symphony of influence, loud and clear,
To challenge, uplift, and banish fear.

Yet power, beware its seductive snare,
For many are tempted, but few are aware.
It corrupts the noble, blinds the wise,
Leaving morality in a dark disguise.

True power resides in compassion's reign,
A force that nurtures, to heal all pain.
Empathy's touch, a gentle caress,
Enlightens souls and brings progress.

Let power be a force for good,
A path of justice, where all souls should
Unite as one, in harmony's embrace,
And build a world where power finds its grace.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Miraman, in the year 922 AF.