Scarlet Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A warrior stands, her spirit worn away. The crimson threads that streak her face so fair, Tell tales of battles fought, of love and care. Her eyes, like lanterns in the dark of night, Burn bright with purpose, a guiding light. The armor she wears, a testament to her might, A guardian of dreams, a beacon in the fight. With every scar, a story's told, Of trials faced, of heart and soul made bold. In her gaze, a depth of feeling lies, A complexity that touches the skies. She is the keeper of her own fate, A path unwinding, through joy and weight. Through every challenge, she finds her way, To stand unbroken, come what may. In her strength, we find our own, A reflection of the heart we've yet to own. Let her fierce spirit be a guiding star, To lead us through life's tumultuous scar.