Crown of Thorns and Gold

Beneath the weight of thorns, a crown of gold, A woman stands, her gaze both fierce and bold. The shadows dance around her, soft yet stark, A testament to strength, a heart unbroken, unscarred. Her armor, crafted from the earth's embrace, A tapestry of leaves and thorns, a sacred space. Each curve, each edge, a story etched in time, A symbol of resilience, a soul sublime. The light that falls upon her, gentle yet bright, Illuminates the path where shadows take flight. She is the keeper of the wild, the untamed flame, A beacon of courage, a timeless name. In her eyes, the world reflects its own, A mirror of hope, where despair is gone. She is the guardian, the silent queen, A force of nature, a dream unseen. For in her presence, we find our own strength, A reminder that beauty can rise from the wrack. Her crown of thorns and gold, a symbol of might, A testament to the power of light.