Crimson Veil
Reflection
Beneath the crimson veil, a soul unfolds,
A silent witness to the world's soft folds.
The red, a canvas of untold stories,
Whispers of passion, secrets, and desires.
Her gaze, a mirror of the inner flame,
A beacon guiding through the darkest game.
The light that dances on her features,
A symphony of shadows and allure.
The veil, a symbol of mystery and grace,
A shield that guards her sacred space.
In its folds, a world of dreams takes flight,
A tapestry of hope and endless night.
Oh, viewer, see yourself in her eyes,
For in her gaze, your truth lies.
Let the crimson veil be your guide,
Through the labyrinth of your inner tide.
For in this moment, time stands still,
And the soul finds its eternal will.