Crimson Requiem
Reflection
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.