Wild Spirit
Reflection
In the embrace of the storm, her soul takes flight,
A tempest of hair, a canvas of light.
Her gaze, a mirror of the universe's might,
A silent scream, a whisper of night.
The winds of change ripple through her form,
A symphony of chaos, a dance of the storm.
Her red cloak, a flame against the sky's calm,
A beacon of defiance, a heart unshorn.
The world bends to her will, yet she stands alone,
A solitary figure, a force of her own.
Her eyes, a portal to realms unknown,
A gateway to dreams, a bridge to the bone.
This is not just a portrait, but a call to rise,
To harness the wild within, to defy the skies.
For in her eyes, we see our own desires,
A reflection of strength, a mirror of fires.
Let her be your guide, let her be your muse,
To find the wild spirit that dwells in you.