n the darkness, a spark of motion ignites, A swift slash through the air, a flash in the night, Whirling forward, it tears through the black, And the force in each movement leaves nothing to lack.

In the darkness, a spark of motion ignites, A swift slash through the air, a flash in the night, Whirling forward, it tears through the black, And the force in each movement leaves nothing to lack.

Where silence once reigned, still and deep, Speed shatters the quiet with secrets to keep. Every step bursts like a sudden flare, Leaving trails of light in the cool, dark air.

The world will not pause in the cold of the void, In movement, our spirits are fully employed. And in the dark, where an end seems near, The power of motion makes everything clear.