Crimson Elegy

In the stillness of twilight, crimson whispers of glass, A symphony of shadows and light, where time stands still. Each vessel cradles a secret, a story untold, A silent testament to the passage of days long gone. The red liquid, a river of memory, flows unseen, Its depths holding the echoes of forgotten dreams. The candle flickers, a beacon in the darkness, Guiding the soul through the labyrinth of the past. Here, in this tableau of glass and flame, We find ourselves reflected, our own stories entwined. For in every curve and every hue, Lies the essence of transformation, the dance of life and time. Let the crimson elegy sing to your soul, A reminder that beauty is found in the quiet, In the stillness of a moment, where the past and present meet, And the future is born from the ashes of what was.