Wild Soul Ascendant

In the heart of chaos, a spirit ignites, A warrior's cry echoes through the night. Her braids of gold, a testament to strength, Her face, a canvas of scars and light. The earth beneath her trembles with her might, A force of nature, unyielding, pure. Her eyes, a storm, her voice, a thunderous roar. In her veins, the blood of ancestors flows, A lineage of courage, untamed and bold. She stands as a beacon, a symbol of hope, A reminder that even in darkness, we can grow. Her journey is yours, her struggle, your own, For in her eyes, you see your own soul's throne. Rise, like her, from the ashes of despair, And let your wild soul ascend, beyond compare.