Screaming Dawn

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.