Scarlet Requiem

In the shadow of her cheek, a crimson tale unfolds, A story of strength, of trials, of hearts made of gold. The red ribbon dances, a flame in the night, A symbol of passion, a beacon of light. Her eyes, like the stars, shine bright with a gentle glow, A reflection of the soul, where love and pain do grow. The blood on her face, a reminder of the fight, A badge of honor, a testament to her might. In the silence, she stands, a warrior true, A guardian of dreams, with a heart anew. The darkness surrounds her, yet she shines so bright, A celestial being, in the dark of night. With every scar, a story is told, Of a spirit unbroken, of a heart that's made of gold. She is the keeper of her own destiny, A weaver of tales, in the fabric of eternity.