ღ Vixenn ღ (AI/Fantasy)
~ The Highland Flame ~
“She lit the Highlands not with flame, but with the fire of her soul.”
In tartan dreams and twilight spun,
She walks where noonday meets the sun,
With emerald eyes and windswept hair,
The highlands bow in silent prayer.
A cloak of gold, a gaze of lore,
She guards the secrets of the moor,
Not queen by crown, nor bride by band—
But by the kiss of ancient land.
She speaks in hush the stones can hear,
A song that stirs both awe and fear.
The thistle bends beneath her tread,
The sky turns wild above her head.
No flame burns brighter in the glen,
No storm forgets the shape of when—
She rose, unclaimed, with heart untamed,
The highland flame the stars have named.
~ Vixenn
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow
~ The Highland Flame ~
“She lit the Highlands not with flame, but with the fire of her soul.”
In tartan dreams and twilight spun,
She walks where noonday meets the sun,
With emerald eyes and windswept hair,
The highlands bow in silent prayer.
A cloak of gold, a gaze of lore,
She guards the secrets of the moor,
Not queen by crown, nor bride by band—
But by the kiss of ancient land.
She speaks in hush the stones can hear,
A song that stirs both awe and fear.
The thistle bends beneath her tread,
The sky turns wild above her head.
No flame burns brighter in the glen,
No storm forgets the shape of when—
She rose, unclaimed, with heart untamed,
The highland flame the stars have named.
~ Vixenn
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow