Crown of Thorns

In sorrow's hues, a visage worn,
Eyes deep as night, gaze forlorn.
Bearing not gold, but a crown of nails,
A silent tale where strength prevails.

Beneath the thorns, shadows lie,
Across features, strong and dry.
A testament of night and day,
Peace and pain in quiet sway.

Gray strokes whisper burdens borne,
Yet within, a light is worn.
Through the suffering, love shines bright,
Guiding all from endless night.

Each line etched tells a tale,
Of a spirit that does not fail.
Captured bold in time’s long gaze,
A story told in muted praise.

For in this face, we find our own,
Shared pain in silence, strength has grown.
Through suffering, the light is shown,
A beauty from the trials known.

In every shadow, strength is sown,
A depth of love through pain has grown.
A figure bold in light and thorn,
A crown of sorrow, yet reborn.