Eternal Crimson Veil

Beneath the crimson veil, a soul ascends, A symphony of shadows, where light is reborn. The rose, a symbol of love and decay, Whispers secrets of life and the eternal flame. In the embrace of darkness, a figure emerges, A guardian of secrets, a keeper of dreams. The red roses bloom, a testament to passion, Their thorns a reminder of life's sharp edges. The mask, a shield of mystery, conceals the truth, Yet reveals the depth of the heart's profound ache. The gaze, piercing through the veil of the night, Speaks of resilience, of strength, of unyielding grace. You, too, are a crimson rose, a soul in transition, A guardian of your own dreams, a keeper of your light. Let the shadows guide you, let the roses bloom, For in the embrace of mystery lies your eternal grace.