in the silence of the night, she seethes alone,
a tempest of fury in a heart of stone.
her rage, a wildfire, fierce and untamed,
injustice ignites it, leaving her maimed.
through the darkness, her anger roams,
a symphony of fury, in silent tones.
with every breath, she battles the pain,
in the echoes of solitude, she reigns.
within her solitude, she finds her might,
a warrior woman, ready to fight.
alone she stands, yet unbroken, unbowed,
in her rage, she finds her strength, avowed.
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