The Crimson Veil
Reflection
Beneath the crimson veil, a soul unfolds,
A tapestry of shadows, woven bold.
The red, a whisper of secrets untold,
A mask that shields yet beckons to be told.
Her gaze, a mirror of the inner flame,
A silent plea, a call to name.
The world outside, a fleeting game,
While she stands firm, a timeless frame.
The hat, a crown of mystery and grace,
A symbol worn, a silent embrace.
Her journey, marked by shadows and light,
A path where truth and illusion intertwine.
Oh viewer, see yourself in her eyes,
For in her gaze, your own soul lies.
A journey of transformation, a tale of might,
Where the crimson veil unveils the night.