Skull Beneath the Veil
Reflection
Beneath the veil of flesh, a soul unfolds,
A canvas where the past and present collide.
The skull, a silent witness to the world,
A symbol of the life that once was wild.
The hat, adorned with roses, whispers tales,
Of beauty fleeting, yet eternal in grace.
The tattoos, a map of journeys untold,
Where shadows dance and secrets are imprinted.
In her gaze, a mirror of our own fears,
A reflection of the duality we wear.
The skull, a reminder of our fragile frame,
Yet in its embrace, a strength we proclaim.
She stands as a guardian of the unseen,
A bridge between the living and the dream.
Her presence, a paradox of life and death,
A testament to the beauty of rebirth.
For in her eyes, we see our own reflection,
A journey of transformation, a new direction.
The skull beneath the veil, a symbol profound,
A reminder that we are more than we are bound.