In the labyrinth of words she spun,
A mirror of her soul, undone,
Sylvia, with a pen of fire,
Painted worlds of deep desire.
Bound by shadows, yet she soared,
In verses sharp, her spirit roared,
Feminine strength, silent scream,
In every line, a waking dream.
Her legacy, a beacon bright,
In darkness, she found her light,
Through sorrowâs veil, she forged her way,
A warrior, in the night and day.
Sylviaâs voice, a timeless song,
In her words, we all belong,
Feminismâs heart, she did unveil,
A truth that would forever prevail.