Ashen Elegy

In the embrace of shadows, a figure ascends, A silhouette etched in the dance of light and ash. Her form, a canvas of contrasts, where fire and ice meet, A symphony of pain and transcendence, a soul in flight. The red of her crown, a beacon of defiance, Burns against the backdrop of a world in decay. Her eyes, windows to the infinite, hold the weight of ages, A silent scream, a whisper of hope, a call to stay. The lines that cradle her, like threads of fate, Weave a tapestry of struggle and grace. Each mark, a story untold, a memory etched in time, A testament to the resilience of the human spirit, sublime. You, too, are the ash and the flame, The dancer between chaos and peace. In your journey, find the courage to rise, To transform the scars of the past into wings of the new. For in the heart of the storm, there lies a spark, A spark that ignites the path to your own Ashen Elegy.