In the quiet of a morning’s breath, she soared,
Her words a symphony, a timeless song,
Through realms of dreams and battles long,
Her spirit etched on hearts she adored.

A beacon in the storm’s embrace,
Her voice a balm to weary souls,
In truth and strength, her story unfolds,
Her courage in every line, every space.

Though shadows fell, her light remained,
A guiding star in the darkest night,
Her legacy, a beacon burning bright,
In every heart her love sustained.

Now in the whispers of the wind, she sings,
Her spirit dances in the morning dew,
Forever cherished, forever true,
In every dawn, her memory clings.