The Crimson Veil
Reflection
Beneath the crimson veil, a soul unfolds,
A tapestry of secrets, woven bold.
The reds of passion, the whispers of time,
In her gaze, the universe aligns.
A crown of roses, thorns and bloom,
A silent testament to her power's room.
The bird, a messenger of the unseen,
Perched on her hand, a bond serene.
Her dress, a flame, a fiery embrace,
A symbol of strength, a timeless grace.
The shadows dance, a silent choir,
In her presence, the world takes a higher flight.
The text above, a riddle untold,
A call to ethics, a path untold.
In her eyes, the viewer finds their own,
A mirror of dreams, a journey begun.
The crimson veil, a shield and a key,
To the depths of her soul, where mysteries lie.
A transformation, a silent call,
To embrace the truth, to rise above all.