Scarlet Requiem
Reflection
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.