Ethereal Veil
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, where light whispers soft,
A figure cloaked in crimson, a silent, sacred host.
Her gaze, a mirror of the soul, reflects the unseen,
A world of dreams and mysteries, where time is but a tease.
The window's lattice frames her, a portal to the night,
Its intricate design, a dance of light and shade, a sight.
The red of her attire, a flame that burns unseen,
A symbol of passion, of secrets, of what might be.
Her presence is a paradox, both near and far away,
A ghost in the darkness, yet vivid in her sway.
The air around her hums with stories untold,
Each thread of her being, a tapestry of gold.
Oh, viewer, look within, for in her eyes you'll find,
A mirror of your own soul, a reflection of your mind.
Let her crimson embrace guide you through the night,
To places where the heart beats, where the spirit takes flight.