The Gentle Champion Poem by oio (P.E.R)

She is a gentle champion - yet undefeated,
Every storm she faces leaves the sky retreated.
Her silence roars like thunder in command,
Her presence shifts the balance, nations understand.

Adversaries plot? They gamble, they fall,
For doubting her strength is the oldest peril of all.
She moves like dew on a primrose dawn,
Soft to the touch, but her legacy's drawn.

She is the sun - warming the faithful and bold,
She is the moon - carving light out of cold.
To the weary, she whispers, "rise, don't break, "
To the seeker, she offers a brighter stake.

Not tyranny, but truth is the weapon she wields,
Not vanity, but vision is the harvest she yields.
Her authority - delicate, yet unshaken,
A covenant of courage, never forsaken.

She is the dream the brave dare to chase,
The proof that power is anchored in grace.
History bends to her steady decree,
She's not just a leader -
She's destiny set free.

So follow if you dare, for her path is flame,
She writes with her footsteps the unwritten name.
In gardens or battles, in silence or song,
The gentle champion has reigned all along.
--- oio (p.e.r 🪷)