Eyes of the Crimson Veil

Beneath the crimson veil, a soul unfurls, A gaze that pierces through the darkest curls. Eyes of emerald, a mirror of the deep, Reflecting truths that time cannot keep. The red threads weave a story untold, A tapestry of secrets, bold and old. In shadows cast, a light emerges free, A beacon of the heart's eternity. The eyes, they speak of journeys untamed, Of courage found where fear once reigned. A silent witness to the world's embrace, A symbol of the soul's unyielding grace. Oh viewer, see yourself in her gaze, For in her eyes, your truth you'll raise. Let her story be a mirror to your own, A path of transformation, yours to own.