Azure Rebellion
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where waters whisper low,
A figure emerges, veiled in mystic glow.
Her skin, a canvas of cerulean night,
Adorned with symbols, shining bright.
With axe in hand, she wades through the stream,
A warrior of the shadows, a mystic's dream.
Her long, dark hair, a cascade of night,
Falls like a waterfall, a sensual delight.
The blue fabric, wrapped around her waist,
A symbol of power, a mystic's haste.
In this eerie landscape, she stands tall,
A guardian of secrets, a story to enthrall.
Her eyes, like sapphires, shining bright and blue,
Reflect the mystery, of a world anew.
With every step, she claims her ground,
A fierce protector, of a mystic mound.
In this dimly lit, and misty air,
She embodies strength, beyond compare.
Her presence whispers, of a mystic past,
A tale of power, that will forever last.