Crimson Veil
Reflection
Beneath the crimson veil, a soul so deep,
A gaze that pierces through the veil of sleep.
The red whispers of secrets long concealed,
A silent story in her eyes revealed.
Her hand, a gesture of thought, a pause in time,
A moment frozen, yet her spirit thrives.
The warmth of her hue, a beacon of light,
Guiding the lost through the night's profound might.
The shadows dance around her, soft and deep,
A chiaroscuro embrace, both fierce and keep.
Her presence lingers, a timeless grace,
A symbol of strength, a silent embrace.
In her eyes, the world finds its reflection,
A mirror of hope, a beacon of direction.
The crimson veil, a talisman of truth,
A journey of transformation, a path of youth.
For in her gaze, we see ourselves anew,
A reminder of the strength we hold within,
A call to rise, to conquer, to pursue,
The crimson veil, a symbol of the divine.