Feral Awakening
Reflection
In the depths of her eyes, a storm rages free,
A warrior's cry, a primal energy.
With every snarl, a story unfolds,
Of battles fought, of trials told.
Her face, a canvas of earth and grime,
A testament to her unyielding prime.
The braids that bind, a symbol of her might,
As she stands fierce, in the fading light.
The tattoos that adorn her skin so fair,
A map of memories, of trials she has faced with care.
In this moment, she is untamed and wild,
A force of nature, unbridled and undefiled.
Her roar, a challenge to the world outside,
A declaration of her unyielding spirit, her pride.
With every breath, she claims her ground,
A warrior's stance, unapologetic, unbound.
In her eyes, a fire burns so bright,
A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light.