In whispered words of ancient lore,
She crafts a voice that women hear,
Through shadows cast on history’s floor,
She paints their strength, their silent tear.

Her pen a sword, her verse a shield,
In lines that break the chains of time,
She shapes the world, a battlefield,
Where every word becomes a rhyme.

The tales untold, she brings to light,
A tapestry of truths unveiled,
In every stanza, every fight,
The voice of women, unassailed.

With grace and power, she reclaims,
The stories lost in ages past,
Through Carol’s words, the world reclaims,
The timeless strength, the voices vast.