In whispered echoes, a voice resounds,
Through corridors of time she walks,
Her pen, a sword that fiercely bounds,
Across the page, where silence talks.

A tapestry of words she weaves,
In shadows deep, her truth she speaks,
Unfolding tales of hidden thieves,
Where strength and grace in union peaks.

Her verses dance on freedom’s stage,
A melody of courage and might,
Unveiling chains, unmasking rage,
Guiding hearts to seek the light.

Oh, Carol Ann, your voice ignites,
The flames of change, a burning sea,
In every line, your soul invites,
A world reborn, forever free.