Scarlet Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A maiden stands, with beauty born of dismay.
Her silver hair, a cascade of moonlit night,
Falls softly round a face, both fierce and bright.
The crimson cloak, a symbol of her inner strife,
Echoes the blood that stains her skin, a warrior's life.
Her eyes, like stars, shine bright with inner fire,
A soul that's tempered, like steel, in love's and war's desire.
The scars she bears, a testament to trials past,
A story told in whispers, of a love that will forever last.
In this digital portrait, we find a reflection deep,
Of the strength that lies within, a beauty that we keep.
A fusion of the light and dark, a balance we must find,
To emerge, like her, with a heart and soul entwined.
The artist's skill, a brushstroke of digital art,
Brings forth a world, where myth and reality never part.
In 'Scarlet Requiem', we see a tale unfold,
Of a woman, fierce and beautiful, with a story yet untold.