Within her soul, a sanctum untold,
A vessel of love, both tender and bold.
It cradles the stars, the earth, and the sea,
Yet carries the scars no one else can see.

At dawn, she awakens, a beacon of light,
Weaving her warmth through the coldest night.
Her laughter, a melody, soft and sincere,
Yet behind it, a storm brews, heavy with tears.

She loved like the ocean, vast and deep,
Giving her all, no secrets to keep.
But they took her devotion, left it betrayed,
A fragile trust, shattered and frayed.

Her spirit may bend, but refuses break,
It bears every wound, every fiery ache.
But beware the fury, for when it is stoked,
Her wrath is a tempest, a vengeance evoked.

“You thought me a shadow, a soul to betray,
But I am the fire that lights its own...