Skull's Veil
Reflection
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.