Ethereal Solitude

Beneath the storm's embrace, she stands alone, A figure cloaked in white, a soul aglow. The waves crash softly, a symphony of stone, Her gaze, a mirror to the tempest's flow. The wind whispers secrets, her hair a flame, A dance of defiance against the storm's might. Her eyes, a portal to realms untamed, A beacon of strength in the chaos of night. The sea roars its ancient, unyielding song, Yet she stands firm, a testament to time. Her presence, a paradox, both fragile and strong, A symbol of hope in the heart of the brine. Oh, wanderer of storms, your path is clear, To find within yourself the courage to rise. For in the heart of the tempest, you'll find your peer, A spirit unbroken, a soul that defies. Let the winds of change sweep through your soul, And in the storm's eye, discover your light. For in the embrace of the tempest, you'll know, That strength is found in the heart of the night.