Eternal Flame

Beneath the crimson shroud, a soul ignites, A beacon in the dark, where shadows bite. The red, a tapestry of passion and grace, Wraps her in warmth, a timeless embrace. Her gaze, a mirror of the universe's depth, A silent plea, a whisper of strength. The light that dances on her features soft, A reminder of the beauty we've lost. The fabric flows like rivers of fire, A symbol of courage, a talisman of desire. In her eyes, the world finds its reflection, A mirror of hope, a promise of connection. She stands as a sentinel, a guardian of light, A beacon for those who seek the truth in the night. Her presence is a reminder of what we can be, A soul unbroken, a spirit set free. In her embrace, we find our own flame, A spark of courage, a path to claim. For in her gaze, we see ourselves anew, A journey of transformation, a journey of you.