Fury of the North

In the depths of her eyes, a storm rages on, A warrior's fury, untamed and strong. Braids of battle, adorned with might, A shieldmaiden's cry, echoing through the night. Her face, a canvas of war's dark art, A testament to a fierce and fearless heart. The fur-lined cloak, a symbol of her pride, A shield against the cold, harsh tide. With every snarl, a story unfolds, Of battles fought, and victories to be told. Her roar, a challenge to the fray, A call to arms, on this, a warrior's day. In her, we see a reflection of our own, A fierce determination, a spirit unshown. A fusion of strength and beauty, wild and free, A true embodiment, of a warrior's destiny.