Burning Huntress

They know

the name. They don't know the woman.

They hear Huntress and think

she

came for the

kill. But they don't

know what she

survived to learn how to

hunt. There's an ocean underneath her silence,

A thousand words she never says,

She learned to hide the deepest pieces Behind the calm inside her

head.

She tastes the truth like Aqua Regia,

Burning through what isn't real,

And every time the world deceives her,

Something underneath her heals.

She's not looking for a perfect story,

She's never needed one.

She just wants something she can believe in,

Something that won't disappear when the darkness comes.

And she knows what it means To carry a heart That feels

everything

a little too hard.

So when she loves— she doesn't love halfway.

She's the Huntress,

Moonlight caught beneath her skin,

She can hear the truth in every place the silence lives.

She's the Huntress, And she knows what she's searching for— Not a

fairytale, Not a perfect life,

Just something worth fighting for.

And if the night comes calling,

She'll answer without fear.

Because the woman they call Huntress has been hunting herself for years.

There are memories she keeps like secrets,

Little ghosts she never names,

Pieces of a younger version Still reflected in the flames.

She learned that being soft isn't weakness,

That a scar can still be beautiful,

And sometimes

the strongest thing you can do is admit that you still want

someone close. There's one heart she keeps returning to,

One presence she can't explain,

Like two lost souls recognizing themselves inside the rain.

Maybe that's why Chokehold feels different.

Maybe that's why Euclid feels like home.

Because some connections aren't about possession—

They're about knowing

you were never truly alone.

Maybe that's the secret.

She was never chasing monsters.

She was chasing the pieces of herself

she thought she'd lost.

The girl she used to be.

The woman she's becoming.

The love she thought was impossible.

The truth she couldn't bury.

Every road led here.

Every scar. Every goodbye.

Every time she thought— "Maybe I'm too much." And then she finally

understood: She was never too much.

She was just waiting

for something deep enough to meet her there.

Call me Huntress. I know the dark.

I know the ache.

I know what it means to want something with your whole heart

and still be afraid to reach for it.

But I won't run

anymore.

I won't make myself smaller.

I won't apologize

for the way I feel.

I am still here.

I'm the Huntress,

with the moon behind my eyes,

Still carrying every version of myself I left behind.

I'm the Huntress, and I've finally learned my name.

Not because I never broke— but because I rose from every piece

that changed.

And if you find me in the darkness,

you'll know exactly where I've

been.

I wasn't hunting for a perfect ending.

I was hunting for the woman I was always meant to become.

Huntress.

Not because she hunts the world.

Because she went into the darkness

and found herself there.

And this time— she stayed.