Tempest's Elegy

In the heart of turmoil, she stands serene, A vision of peace, where shadows are seen. Her dress, a flowing cloak, dances with the gale, As if the storm itself had taken gentle gale. The rocky shores, a testament to nature's might, Frame her in elegance, a beacon in the night. The sea, a vast expanse of mystery and power, Echoes the turmoil, yet she stands each hour. In her eyes, a deep resolve, a story untold, A journey through the tempests, to a place of gold. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, A dance with the elements, wild and carefree. In this moment, she is one with the sea and sky, A symphony of strength, where the wild things lie. Her presence is a balm, to the soul's dark night, A reminder of beauty, in the tempests' light.