In shadows deep, she walks alone,

Through silent streets, by light of moon,

Against a fate to her well-known,

A destiny she fears will bloom.

Beneath the stars, she whispers, doomed,

To echoes of her silent plea,

A battle where her heart's entombed,

Against the tide of destiny.

She dreams of life, of love once sown,

Of laughter under the sun of June,

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But fate's cold hands, so tightly thrown,

Bind her to a sombre tune.

With every step, she feels marooned,

In a sea of dark uncertainty,

Her spirit's light all but consumed,

Against the tide of destiny.

Yet in her heart, a fire has grown,

A spark beneath the endless gloom,

She'll carve a path, uniquely her own,

Beyond the shadows, she'll resume.

With courage, she dispels the gloom,

A defiant cry, a decree,

To rewrite the stars, change her doom,

Against the tide of destiny.

So let the stars fall, let them loom,

She stands unbound, wild and free,

With eyes aglow, she'll thwart her tomb,

Against the tide of destiny.