Veiled Embers
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, a soul ignites,
A flame beneath the hood, a heart alight.
The darkness cradles her, yet she defies,
A beacon in the void, where whispers rise.
Her eyes, the windows to an inner fire,
Speak of stories untold, of trials dire.
The hood conceals, yet reveals more than seen,
A mask of mystery, a shield of been.
The light that dances on her brow, so faint,
Is the ember of her spirit, pure and plain.
It whispers tales of strength, of courage true,
Of one who walks where shadows dare to stew.
In her gaze, we find our own reflection,
A mirror of our fears, our silent beckoning.
For in her eyes, we see the path we tread,
The journey of the soul, the heart unshed.
Oh, Veiled Embers, you are the spark, the flame,
The light that guides us through the darkest name.
In your presence, we are both the seeker and the sought,
A timeless dance, where shadows and light are brought.