Crimson Veil
Reflection
Beneath the crimson veil, a spirit stirs,
A warrior's soul, both fierce and pure.
Her gaze, a storm, yet calm as stars,
A silent promise, unspoken, yet secure.
Her armor gleams, a testament to time,
Where past and future intertwine.
Each line, each curve, a story untold,
In her eyes, the world is whole.
The wind whispers through her silver hair,
A melody of freedom and despair.
Her mask, a shield, yet not to hide,
But to embrace the truth inside.
She stands as a beacon, a guiding light,
In the chaos of the endless night.
Her journey, a path of trials and grace,
A testament to her unyielding face.
For in her eyes, the world is seen,
A canvas of hope, where dreams are keen.
She is the guardian, the silent flame,
The keeper of the eternal name.
Crimson Veil, a symbol of might,
A soul that dances in the light.
Her story, a tapestry of strength and grace,
A beacon for all who seek her face.