Skeletal Symphony
Reflection
Within the glass, a silent dance of bones,
A symphony of hues where life once thrived.
Pink whispers of memory, blue echoes of dreams,
Yellow threads of time, weaving through the void.
Each tooth a note, each ridge a melody,
A song of existence, now paused in glass.
The skull, a canvas of vibrant decay,
A testament to the beauty of impermanence.
Here, the mortal mask becomes a mirror,
Reflecting the viewer's own fleeting form.
In its hollow eyes, we see our own,
A reminder of the dance we all must perform.
The colors sing of life's ephemeral grace,
A prismatic echo of what once was whole.
In this stillness, a pulse of transformation,
A call to embrace the cycle of soul.
For in the skull's embrace, we find our own,
A reflection of the journey we must take.
Through the prismatic glow, we see the truth,
That in endings, new beginnings awake.