The Scarlet Winged 

She walks between the light and shade,
A fallen angel, unafraid.
With crimson wings and weary scars,
She hides her fire among the stars.

The weight of fate upon her chest,
A soul unyielding, yet unrest.
She folds her arms but lifts her eyes,
For even angels learn to rise.

Resolution 📐: 5467 × 3867
DPI 🔍: 300
File Size 💾: 23 MB