Wild Ember
Reflection
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.