Eternal Flame
Reflection
In the heart of darkness, a soul ignites,
A crimson rose blooms where shadows reside.
Her gaze, a mirror of the infinite,
Reflects the fire that burns within her sight.
The red of her hair, a tempest of passion,
Whispers secrets of love and of passion.
Her form, a silhouette against the void,
A beacon of hope in the night's embrace.
The roses at her feet, a symbol of life,
A testament to the strength of her strife.
They bloom in defiance of the dark,
A reminder that beauty can never be stark.
She sits in stillness, yet her spirit soars,
A silent rebellion against the forces of yore.
Her presence, a paradox of calm and might,
A reminder that light can conquer the night.
In her eyes, the universe is held,
A tapestry of stars, where dreams are unfurled.
She is the eternal flame, unyielding, unbound,
A symbol of hope in the world's profound.
For in her, we see ourselves, in our trials and triumphs,
A reflection of the human spirit's eternal ripples.
She stands as a reminder, in the face of despair,
That beauty and strength can always repair.