Skull Crowned Serenity

Beneath the weight of bones, a soul ascends, A crown of death, yet life's embrace it bends. Long locks of shadow, whispers of the past, A visage calm, where storms have left their last. The skull atop, a symbol stark and bold, A reminder of the fleeting, the frail, the cold. Yet in her gaze, a quiet strength is found, A silent vow to rise above the ground. The hat she wears, a shield against the light, A mask of mystery, a dance of night. Her eyes, a mirror, deep and vast and wide, Reflect the stars that guide the soul inside. The rose at her chest, a symbol of grace, A bloom of hope in the shadowed space. Her journey, marked by shadows and by light, A tale of transformation, of rebirth, of flight. Oh viewer, see yourself in her serene face, For in her eyes, your own reflection graces. Let her be your guide, where shadows meet the sun, And find within yourself the strength to rise, the one.