Description
A face emerges from the storm of flame,
A dance of fire, wild and untamed.
Embers swirl like whispers of rage,
As molten hues set the sky ablaze.
A figure born of wrath and light,
In shadows deep, with burning might.
Her gaze is fierce, yet sorrowed too,
A soul consumed, yet breaking through.
In every blaze, a story told,
Of fury, pain, and courage bold.
In "Hell’s Requiem," her spirit burns,
A testament to all she’s learned.
Her flames do not destroy but forge,
A path through darkness to the dawn’s first surge.
In the inferno, she stands alone,
A fiery queen on a molten throne.