Scarlet Requiem

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.