Crimson Elegy

In the stillness of twilight, crimson whispers of glass, A symphony of shadows and light, where time stands still. Each vessel cradles secrets, a silent symphony of red, A testament to the soul's journey, where past and present meld. The candle's flicker dances with the glow of ruby hues, A beacon of mystery, a portal to the unknown. The bowls and goblets, silent witnesses to forgotten tales, Their curves and edges, a dance of form and shadow's veils. Here, in this chamber of shadows and glass, A transformation begins, where the ordinary is cast aside. For in the crimson embrace, the heart finds its rhythm, A journey of self-discovery, where the soul is set free. Let the red glass guide you, through the labyrinth of your being, Where every curve and contour mirrors your own becoming. For in this still life, a mirror of the soul, You find the courage to embrace the unknown, to let go, to grow.