Ethereal Veil

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.