Visage of Erosion

In the canvas of decay, a visage blooms, A symphony of colors, a dance of decay. Reds and whites cascade like rivers of time, Eroding the flesh, yet preserving the soul. Eyes that once gazed into eternity, Now peer through the veil of transformation. Lips that whispered secrets of love and loss, Now speak in the language of change. This is not destruction, but a metamorphosis, A mirror reflecting the passage of all things. In the chaos of color and form, We see ourselves, fragmented yet whole. For in the erosion of beauty, Lies the promise of rebirth, A testament to the eternal cycle of life. Let this visage be your guide, Through the storms of change and the whispers of time.