Hunter of the Abyss

From ocean's cradle, vast and deep,

A warrior’s path, a weary sweep.

A hunter born of abyssal flame,

In realms of dread and ancient fame.

In seas where ancient terrors sleep,

She vowed an oath, a promise deep.

To guard her kin from darkest tide,

With lance in hand, she would abide.

The Abyssal Hunters, fierce and true,

Bound by bonds, a chosen few.

They faced the horrors none could bear,

In shadowed depths, with naught but prayer.

Her home, a realm of brine and cold,

Where secrets dark and tales are told.

Yet in her heart, a beacon bright,

To shield her own with all her might.

Her childhood lost to ocean's grasp,

In depths unknown, she found her path.

Her heart now cold, her will a blade,

Against the tide, she felt betrayed.

She fought through pain, through loss and strife,

Each battle carved into her life.

Her comrades lost to ocean’s maw,

Yet still she stood, without a flaw.

For every friend the sea did claim,

She vowed to forge a brighter flame.

With scales of silver, eyes so still,

She faced the deep with iron will.

The ocean’s call, a haunting song,

In shadows deep, she felt she belonged.

Her memories, a distant guide,

In battles fought, her heart did hide.

Through storms and squalls, through tempest's roar,

She journeyed on, forevermore.

The waves a testament to her,

A hunter’s heart, emotions blur.

In caverns deep, where light is scarce,

She found her strength, her warrior’s heart.

With every foe, her legend grew,

A hero born, the depths she knew.

Her blade, a beacon in the dark,

Her spirit worn, a hunter's mark.

Through endless trials, she forged her way,

In twilight's veil, she sought the day.

Yet tired she was, and weary too,

With shadows cast, her spirit blue.

She longed for peace, a silent shore,

A place to rest forevermore.

The ocean whispers of her tale,

Of battles fought where others pale.

A guardian from the abyssal deep,

Whose legacy we ever keep.

And in the end, as tides did turn,

She found a place for which she yearned.

A home where waves would gently roam,

A place of peace she called her own.

So heed the call of waters dark,

And remember her, the hunter’s mark.

For in the depths, her spirit thrives,

A testament to all who strive.

And as the tides forever flow,

Her heart found peace, a gentle glow.

In every wave, her courage shines,

A hero’s tale, through endless times.

In realms where shadows intertwine,

Her story stands, a silver line.

For in the heart of darkest seas,

She found her place, her destiny.

This poet is based on Gladiia's lore and background from the game we know as Arknights.