She rises from the ashes,
A blaze of strength reborn,
From embers that once smoldered,
In the night, she’s newly sworn.

With wings of fire unfurling,
Her spirit fierce and free,
She sheds the skin of silence,
And embraces destiny.

Each avatar a story,
A mask for every scar,
From the shadows of her past,
She’s emerged a blazing star.

The first, a fierce warrior,
With armor made of light,
She faces down the darkness,
And challenges the night.

In the guise of a mother,
She nurtures dreams once lost,
Every child a spark of hope,
No matter what the cost.

With the grace of a dancer,
She twirls through life's cruel game,
Her movements tell of struggle,
Yet every step is flame.

Sending the vile searching for cover,
They scurry like frightened mice,
For in her eyes, a tempest brews,
A storm of sacrifice.

Once, they cast their shadows,
They thought her heart was weak,
But now their whispers falter,
In the strength of her mystique.

She’s seen the depths of sorrow,
The weight of every tear,
But from that well of anguish,
She draws forth courage clear.

Begging for mercy, they tremble,
At the power she ignites,
Her laughter rolls like thunder,
A symphony of rights.

In every tale of conquest,
In every wound that healed,
She weaves a tapestry of strength,
A truth that’s now revealed. ...