Flaming Vigil

In the heart of the crimson, a soul ignites, A fiery spirit, unyielding, unafraid. The fur of flame whispers tales untold, Each strand a story of courage and pride. Eyes that pierce through the veil of the unknown, A gaze that commands, yet remains serene. The red is not just a hue, but a beacon, Guiding the lost, igniting the dream. In the stillness of the black void, it stands, A sentinel of hope, a guardian of light. The fur, a tapestry of warmth and strength, A reminder that even in darkness, there's might. You, too, carry the fire within, A spark that yearns to break free. Let this crimson visage be your guide, For in its glow, you'll find your destiny.