Crimson Horizon
Reflection
Beneath the crimson sky, where dreams take flight,
A warrior stands, her spirit bold and bright.
Her gaze, a storm of steel, yet soft with grace,
A beacon in the chaos of her race.
Her armor gleams, a testament to time,
Where past and future intertwine.
Her hair, a cascade of silver threads,
Whispers secrets of the ages, undeterred.
The red helmet, a crown of valor's might,
Shields her heart from the shadows of the night.
Her eyes, a mirror of the universe's soul,
Reflecting hope where despair once did hold.
In her embrace, the world finds its rhythm,
A symphony of strength and calm.
She is the guardian of the crimson horizon,
Where the past and future are one.
Oh, viewer, see yourself in her gaze,
For she is you, in a different phase.
Her journey is yours, her battles your own,
A tale of resilience, a story of grown.
Let her inspire, let her guide your way,
Through the storms of life, let her light stay.
For in her eyes, you'll find your own,
A crimson horizon, where dreams are sown.