Bleeding Elegance
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, where shadows dance,
A visage emerges, both fierce and serene.
The blood that flows is not just a stain,
But a canvas of life, raw and unrefined.
Her eyes, closed in a moment of stillness,
Speak of a world where beauty and pain intertwine.
The water cradles her, a silent witness,
As the red cascades, a river of truth.
This is not just a portrait, but a story,
A tale of resilience, of strength unseen.
The blood is not a mark of defeat,
But a testament to the soul's unyielding beat.
In her gaze, we see ourselves reflected,
In her blood, the echoes of our own silent plea.
For in this moment, we are all one,
Bound by the threads of existence,
In the embrace of the eternal,
Where beauty and pain are one.