The Scarlet Tide

Upon the moon's soft silver phase,

A crimson whisper begins its maze.

A cycle ancient, primal in its hymn,

The ebb and flow of life within.

Pain that clenches, yet speaks so pure,

Strength unfathomable, hearts endure.

A tide that bears the weight of time,

Unyielding force, eternal rhyme.

Blood-stained petals on nature's floor,

A harbinger of life, yet battles galore.

In quiet strength, it pulses deep,

A sacred bond, an oath to keep.

Though oft dismissed, a silent scream,

Each month a battle, a warrior's dream.

Beneath the veil of stigma's shroud,

A triumph roars, fierce and proud.

The scarlet tide, a badge of might,

Bearer of worlds, giver of light.