She soared where ocean kissed the silver sky,
A jewel of starlit grace, both bright and fleet.
No chains could bind, no sorrow bid her sigh,
For in the tide, her heart and wings compete.

The weight of loss still lingers in her name,
A love once torn by war’s relentless hand.
Yet through the tempest, through the echoed flame,
She rose, she flew—beyond the breaking sand.

For fate would weave her story into stars,
No doom nor grief could strip her soul away.
She bore the light beyond the endless wars,
And in her flight, dawn stretched to touch the gray.

O lady bold, O wings that burned yet bright,
Elwing endures—a beacon in the night.