Skull Beneath the Veil

Beneath the veil of flesh, a soul unfolds, A duality where life and death entwines. The skull, a silent witness to the world, A mask of mortality, yet ever divine. Her gaze, a mirror of the inner self, A journey through the shadows and the light. The hat, adorned with floral whispers, shields The secrets of her heart from prying sight. The skull, a talisman of truth and time, A reminder of the transient breath. Her hair, a river of untamed grace, A flow of life that defies death. In her eyes, the universe reflects, A tapestry of pain and joy entwined. She stands as both the living and the dead, A paradox where beauty and decay combine. For in her gaze, we see ourselves, A reflection of our own mortality. The skull beneath the veil, a timeless truth, A symbol of the soul's eternal journey.