Ember Requiem
Reflection
In the heart of chaos, a figure stands tall,
Amidst the ruins, where shadows enthrall.
A woman with hair aflame, like autumn's gold,
Her eyes, a window to a soul that's bold.
The city's heartbeat, now a funeral knell,
Echoes through the desolate, burning dell.
Yet, in her gaze, a spark remains,
A flame that flickers, refusing to wane.
Through trials and tribulations, she finds her might,
In the fiery depths, a new dawn takes flight.
Her presence is a testament to the human will,
A beacon in the darkness, standing still.
The world around her crumbles, lost to the flames,
But she remains, a phoenix born from the ashes' names.
In 'Ember Requiem', we find a tale of strife,
And the indomitable spirit that cuts through life.