They see her walking down the street, and wonder, who is that?
A woman striding so confidently, every step unfiltered and raw

A mix of burning lava flowing, and stoic like the deepest black
She can be the brightest star and still pull you into the dark

 Men stop mid-breath, hearts racing like prey caught in her claw
Her laugh is like rolling thunder over fields swallowed in awe

Leaves them branded with scars shaped like kisses from her jaw
If you ever follow her shadow, down that street at dawn,

Watch out for her, as there’s no mercy in the depth of her wrath
Underestimate her like some did, and find yourself in a pitfall.

She’s a woman made of fire, you can see it by just her walk
Everywhere the woman goes, without trying she leaves a mark

Her presence is really something, magnetized by her bloody talk
Inside her burns a volcano wrapped in silk, steady and ready to erupt.

Raven Archer.