Silent Majesty

In the hushed chamber where time stands still, A chorus of crimson whispers, a symphony of will. Their faces, a canvas of calm, yet a storm of thought, Each gaze a mirror reflecting the world they sought. Red robes, a sea of fire, a flame that burns, A testament to strength, to courage, to yearnings. Their presence, a mountain, unyielding, unshaken, A beacon of hope in a world that's forsaken. In their stillness, a power that speaks without words, A silent rebellion against the chains of the world. Their unity, a tapestry woven with grace, A testament to the strength of the human race. In their eyes, the weight of the world, yet a spark of light, A promise of change, of truth, of the fight. Silent they sit, yet their voices resound, A symphony of defiance, a chorus unbound.