Screaming Dawn
Reflection
In the heart of chaos, a soul screams aloud,
A voice that echoes through the void, unbound.
Her face, a canvas of pain and power,
A symphony of emotion, raw and pure.
The tattoos on her skin, stories untold,
Mark her as a warrior, fierce and bold.
Her eyes, a storm of passion and despair,
A mirror reflecting the world's despair.
The monochrome world around her fades,
As her scream pierces the silence, unafraid.
A symbol of resilience, a beacon of might,
A testament to the human spirit's fight.
In her eyes, we see our own struggles,
A reflection of the battles we wage.
Her scream is our own, a call to rise,
To face the darkness with unwavering eyes.
For in her strength, we find our own,
A reminder that we are not alone.
Her scream is a dawn, a new beginning,
A beacon of hope, a light in the morning.