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From dust she rose, a furious queen, her sorrow forged in flame No longer just a hopeful dreamer, but a force they couldn't tame Her eyes, once bright with innocence, now glowed with crimson might A determined will replaced the meek, embracing inner light The fallen friends became her shield, their memory her steel A purpose born of deep despair, for a new world she would feel No more the songs of happy endings, no more the gentle plea A powerful, untethered resolve, for all the world to see She walked the streets where ashes lay, where dreams were once so tall And swore a vow that every future would not, could not fall The forces that had brought her low would learn her name in gloom Her spirit's fire, uncontained, escaping from the tomb For every life they cruelly took, a different path she'd tread A different kind of happy ending, for the living and the dead Her heart, though broken now, beat with a primal roar A new beginning beckoned, she embraced the coming shore
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 1:16 PM UTC
The Princess of Wrath
From dust she rose, a furious queen, her sorrow forged in flame No longer just a hopeful dreamer, but a force they couldn't tame Her eyes, once bright with innocence, now glowed with crimson might A determined will replaced the meek, embracing inner light The fallen friends became her shield, their memory her steel A purpose born of deep despair, for a new world she would feel No more the songs of happy endings, no more the gentle plea A powerful, untethered resolve, for all the world to see She walked the streets where ashes lay, where dreams were once so tall And swore a vow that every future would not, could not fall The forces that had brought her low would learn her name in gloom Her spirit's fire, uncontained, escaping from the tomb For every life they cruelly took, a different path she'd tread A different kind of happy ending, for the living and the dead Her heart, though broken now, beat with a primal roar A new beginning beckoned, she embraced the coming shore
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 1:16 PM UTC
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