Eternal Rose Veil
Reflection
Beneath the veil of crimson petals, a soul ascends,
A woman cloaked in the embrace of nature's embrace.
Red roses weave a tapestry of life and death,
Their thorns a testament to beauty's bittersweet breath.
In the darkness, her form emerges, a beacon of light,
A silent guardian of the night's eternal plight.
The roses, her crown, her armor, her eternal grace,
A symbol of love, of pain, of time's unyielding race.
Her eyes, closed in repose, yet alive with dreams,
A world of secrets hidden in her serene beams.
The roses, a talisman, a shield, a sacred sign,
Of the cycles of life, where endings are the beginning.
This is not just a portrait, but a mirror to the soul,
A reflection of our own journey, where we find our whole.
The roses, a reminder of the transient and the eternal,
A call to embrace the beauty in the inevitable.
In her stillness, we find our own, in her silence, our voice,
For in the heart of the rose, we find our own choice.
Eternal Rose Veil, a symbol of hope and despair,
A reminder that in the darkness, beauty still can repair.