Serenity of the Scarlet Veil

Beneath the crimson veil, a soul so still, A woman lies, her spirit, calm and mild. Her eyes, half-closed, in dreams she gently sails, A world of peace, where time itself dissolves. Her form, adorned in hues of earth and fire, A tapestry of life, both fierce and fair. Jewels of gold and blue, they whisper tales, Of ancient lands where magic still prevails. Her hair, a golden cascade, soft and free, A crown of light, a testament to thee. Her arms, adorned with leather and with grace, A warrior's strength, yet tender in her face. The air around her hums with quiet power, A symphony of stillness, deep and pure. Her gaze, though closed, speaks volumes, bold and true, Of inner strength, of peace, and of the new. Oh viewer, see thyself in her repose, A mirror held, where calmness overflows. For in her eyes, though closed, thy soul may find, The path to peace, the heart's true, sacred mind.