Wild Ember

In the depths of darkness, a spark remains, A flame that flickers, a heart that sustains. With eyes that pierce, like stars in the night, She gazes forth, a soul alight. Her hair, a whirlwind, untamed and free, Dances with shadows, wild and carelessly. The leopard's cloak, a symbol of her might, Protects the fierce spirit, that burns like a light. In this portrait, a story unfolds, Of strength and beauty, young and bold. A woman, untamed, with a heart aflame, A force of nature, with a spirit that proclaims. Her presence is felt, like a whispered breeze, That stirs the soul, and rustles the trees. With every glance, a tale is spun, Of a heart that's wild, and a spirit that's won. In her eyes, a fire burns bright, Guiding us forward, through the dark of night.