Opal's Lement

In the town of Valentine, where the river winds slow, Lived a girl named Opal Azzara, pure as the snow. With eyes like the clear sky, and a heart full of grace, She danced through the days with a smile on her face. But love has its shadows, as it often does bring, A man she trusted, gave her heart's tender string. Behind a waterfall, he left her to drown, But Opal emerged, from the depths she was found. Opal Azzara, with a smile that deceives, Rides through the West with a heart that still grieves. With Lemon Shaw by her side, a brother in crime, She seeks out revenge in the dust and the grime. Down by Rhodes and the plains of Blackwater, Opal's heart turned to stone, as her spirit grew harder. Her laughter a mask for the sorrow inside, While her eyes never lost the fire that they hide. Lemon Shaw, not by blood but by bond, Stood tall beside her, through dusk and beyond. A criminal's heart, but a protector's embrace, He'd lay down his life to keep her in grace. Opal Azzara, with a smile that deceives, Rides through the West with a heart that still grieves. With Lemon Shaw by her side, a brother in crime, She seeks out revenge in the dust and the grime. To the prison island Sisika, where the traitor now rots, Locked away from the world, paying for his plots. Opal's vengeance unquenched, for he’s out of her reach, She rides on, never stopping, across plains and beach. Through the streets of Saint Denis to the mountains of Ambarino, Opal's legend grew darker, like the clouds before the storm. But in her wild heart, there's a flicker of the past, Of the girl who once loved, of the love that didn't last. Yet in Strawberry’s shadows and the swamps of Lagras, Her laughter still rings, hiding pain like broken glass. With Lemon Shaw's shadow, ever by her side, They carve their own justice, in the wild frontier wide. Opal Azzara, with a smile that deceives, Rides through the West with a heart that still grieves. With Lemon Shaw by her side, a brother in crime, She seeks out revenge in the dust and the grime. In the lands of Red Dead, where the wild winds blow, Opal Azzara, a name that all know. Her heart may be broken, her soul marked by scars, But she rides ever onward, beneath the night stars. With a smile that hides sorrow, and a heart seeking rest, Opal Azzara, the wild West’s own quest. Through heartache and vengeance, her story unfurls, A tale of the broken, in this old Western world.