Eternal Flame
Reflection
In the heart of darkness, where shadows dance,
A figure emerges, a beacon of grace.
Her form, ethereal, cloaked in the embrace
Of crimson petals, a rose's sacred space.
Her eyes, closed, yet her spirit wide awake,
A silent symphony of untold dreams.
The red roses, a crown of eternal flame,
Speak of passion, of love, and of the game
Of life's profound and unyielding streams.
Her pose, serene, yet charged with might,
A testament to the soul's unyielding fight.
The darkness around her, a canvas vast,
Holds her aloft, a star in its embrace.
This is not just a portrait, but a call,
To embrace the fire within, to stand tall.
For in the heart of every soul, there burns
A flame, a rose, a story that yearns
To bloom, to rise, to never be tamed.