Feral Roar

In the heart of chaos, a primal scream echoes, A fiery soul unleashed, a tempest of red. Fur ablaze, eyes ablaze, a force untamed, A wild spirit roaring against the void. The crimson mane flows like molten lava, A tempest of passion, a storm of defiance. Each strand a flame, each roar a testament, To the untamed wildness within us all. The shadows dance around the fierce visage, A dramatic ballet of light and shadow. The eyes, windows to an ancient soul, Speak of battles fought, of victories won. This is not just a portrait, but a mirror, Reflecting the untamed within your own heart. For in every roar, in every wild surge, Lies the essence of our unyielding spirit. Embrace the beast within, let it roar, For in its fury lies the path to freedom. The wild is not to be tamed, but to be revered, A reminder that we are more than we appear.