Ember Requiem
Reflection
In fiery mane, a tale is spun,
Of strength and beauty, forever won.
The red-haired warrior, with eyes so bright,
Glimmering like stars on a moonless night.
Her gaze, a piercing lance, that cuts through the veil,
Revealing depths, where passions and dreams prevail.
The armor, a testament to trials faced,
A shield of courage, in a world of unrelenting pace.
The light, a halo, that dances upon her skin,
A divine aura, that weaves a spell within.
In this portrait, a story unfolds,
Of a soul, that's tempered, like the finest gold.
A flame, that burns, with fierce and wild abandon,
Guiding her, through life's joys and its damnation.
With every glance, a connection is made,
To the depths of her being, where love and courage are displayed.
In Ember Requiem, we find our own inner strength,
A reflection of our deepest, most unyielding length.