Through the darkest hours of the night,
She holds them close, a gentle light,
And whispers words of hope and peace,
That make their troubled hearts release.
She walks with grace, and eyes that gleam,
A gentle force, in a world unseen,
And in her wake, a thousand souls,
Flutter and dance, as she consoles.
They are the lost, the forgotten ones,
But in her care, a peaceful rest,
A chance to be, forever wild and free.
Created using AI + Adobe Photoshop.