Eternal Flame
Reflection
In the heart of shadows, where the fire whispers,
A warrior stands, her gaze a storm of steel.
Her eyes, twin suns, pierce the veil of night,
A beacon of defiance, unyielding and fierce.
Her hair, a cascade of molten gold and crimson,
Dances like flames in the wind of her spirit.
Marks upon her skin, symbols of ancient lore,
Speak of battles fought, of trials yet to be met.
Her armor, forged in the fires of her soul,
Bears the scars of time, yet gleams with pride.
Each cut, each mark, a testament to her strength,
A reminder that even in darkness, light prevails.
She is the eternal flame, burning bright,
A symbol of hope, a warrior's might.
Her journey is yours, her path your own,
For in her eyes, you see your own reflection.
Embrace the fire within, let it guide your way,
For in the heart of the storm, you too shall rise.