Her name was Corouge, whispered in winds,

Soft like silk, but where fire begins.

Eyes held storms, unspoken pain,

A heart that danced in pouring rain.

She wore scars like hidden art,

Maps of battles carved on heart.

Laughed like thunder, fierce and bright,

But cried alone in endless night.

She dreamed of skies beyond the grey,

Of places where she'd lose the weight,

Of choices made and bridges burned,

Lessons loved and never learned.

Her name was Corouge — wild and deep,

A promise made but hard to keep.

She stood on edges, leapt from heights,

Chased the dawn but lived in night.

If you meet her, you will see

Courage dressed in tragedy.

A soul of fire, fierce and strange —

Her name was Corouge...

And she could never change.