Whispers of Eternity
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread,
A woman and a lion, bound by an unspoken thread.
Their gazes intertwine, a silent dialogue of souls,
A dance of power and grace, where the wild and the wise collide.
The lion, a guardian of ancient truths, stands tall,
Its mane a crown of fire, its eyes a mirror of all.
The woman, a vessel of mystery, adorned in red,
A symbol of passion, her heart a flame that's never fled.
Together, they are a tapestry of contrasts, yet one,
A testament to the wild within, where freedom is won.
The roses at their feet, a symbol of love and strife,
Speak of beauty's thorns, where life and death entwine.
This is not just a portrait, but a mirror of the self,
A call to embrace the wild, to find the strength that's left.
For in the shadows, where the light dares to play,
Lies the truth of who we are, in the whispers of eternity.