His hopes were bleak.
His dreams descending.
His ambitions drowning.
He felt an uncharacteristic weakness.
An unusual helplessness.
He wanted to rise.
He tried to break free from the shackles of his fears.
He was struggling to get up.
The strife had made him stronger but weak.
He kept trying in vain.
He kept trying hard.
And then out of no where,
there was light.
The light emerged from his enlightened soul.
His spirit was enflamed.
He was blazing.
And now there was no dearth of power.
No lack of strength.
And now he shone with all his glory.
Spreading his radiance and sparking other spirits.