Crimson Requiem
Reflection
In fiery locks, she weaves her tale,
A warrior's heart, with sorrow frail.
Tears like sapphires, shining bright,
Flecked with freckles, a celestial light.
Her gaze, a window to the soul,
Reflects the battles she's made whole.
The armor she wears, a story tells,
Of trials faced, and victories that compel.
With every strand, a memory stays,
And in her eyes, a deep sadness sways.
Yet, in her strength, a beauty shines,
A phoenix rising, from the ashes divine.
In crimson hues, her spirit soars,
A symbol of courage, through life's roars.
Her heart, a flame, that burns so bright,
Guiding her through, the darkest night.
With every step, she claims her ground,
And in her voice, a quiet strength is found.
For in her depths, a wisdom lies,
A warrior's heart, that never dies.