Crimson Requiem

In the depths of her gaze, a story unfolds, A tale of strength, of trials, of battles told. With every glance, a scar appears, A testament to the fire that through her peers. Her hair, a canvas of contrasting hues, A blend of light and dark, of beauty and bruise. The red that dances, a passionate refrain, Echoes the turmoil, the heart's deep pain. Yet, in her eyes, a resilient spark, A flame that flickers, a will that leaves its mark. The armor she wears, a shield of might, Protects the soul, where love and pain take flight. In every line, a story is etched, Of a spirit unbroken, a heart that's fetched. Through trials and strife, she stands tall, A warrior, a beauty, a soul that enthralls.