Storm Within

In the eye of the tempest, she stands tall, A vision of strength, beyond it all. The hood casts shadows on her face, A veil of mystery, a quiet, sacred space. The wind whispers secrets, as the clouds unfold, A tale of resilience, a story yet untold. Her gaze pierces through, like a beacon bright, Guiding through darkness, into the light. With every gust, her spirit takes flight, A dance with the elements, a waltz through the night. In her eyes, a depth, a world unseen, A reflection of the soul, where true beauty is gleaned. She is the storm, she is the calm within, A paradox of power, a serene, wild kin.