Skull's Veil

Beneath the shadow of the skull, a soul ascends, A cap adorned with secrets, a silent witness to the winds. Her gaze, a river of thought, flows deep and wide, A journey etched in lines, where past and present collide. The skull, a talisman of life's fragility, A reminder of the dance between mortality and eternity. Her hair, a cascade of stories untold, A testament to the strength that lies within the fold. The cap, a crown of defiance, a shield of grace, A symbol of resilience in a world of ceaseless pace. Her eyes, a mirror of the universe's vast embrace, A beacon of hope in the twilight of the human race. This is not just a portrait, but a tapestry of time, Where every line and shadow whispers a rhyme. A woman, a warrior, a keeper of the flame, In the skull's veil, she finds her name. For in her gaze, we see ourselves reflected, A journey of transformation, a path unrelent. Through the shadows and the light, she leads the way, A testament to the soul's eternal sway.