Eternal Vigil

In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread, A warrior stands, her gaze a storm of steel and red. Her hair, a cascade of silver threads, whispers tales untold, A crown of defiance, where the past and future hold. The crimson cloak, a symbol of her unyielding might, A beacon of courage in the darkest of the night. Her eyes, twin mirrors of the heavens and the deep, Reflect the soul of one who dares to break the sleep. The world may crumble, the stars may fade to ash, But in her presence, hope finds its steadfast path. A sentinel of time, a guardian of the flame, She stands eternal, a testament to her name. For in her eyes, the viewer sees their own reflection, A mirror of strength, a beacon of direction. Her journey is yours, her trials, your own, In her story, you find the courage to atone. So let her gaze be your guide, her spirit your light, For in her vigil, you too shall find your might.