In the Void's embrace where silence dwells, A figure robed in Humility walks, Dao of quiet strength, where wisdom swells, With peace as shield, devoid of bitter talks. B, the Gap, a shadow void of shape, Unfurls its tendrils, cloaked in absence bold, In presence intangible, it doth scrape The edges of existence, dark and cold. Yet A, with humble steps, begins to glow, As prideful B lunges forth with all its might, But fragrance of soft grace begins to flow, Turning fierce assault to gentlest light. In this dance of being, the lost are found, For in defeat’s embrace, true strength is crowned.