Crimson Veil
Reflection
Beneath the crimson veil, a soul unfolds,
A silent whisper in the depths of night.
The red, a canvas of untold stories,
A tapestry woven with threads of mystery and light.
Her gaze, a mirror of the universe,
Reflects the stars that once adorned her dreams.
The shadows play upon her features,
A dance of light and shadow, a symphony of beams.
The red, a symbol of passion and power,
A talisman of courage, wrapped in grace.
It speaks of secrets, of love and loss,
Of journeys taken, of paths embraced.
In her eyes, the world finds its reflection,
A mirror of our own innermost fears and desires.
The crimson veil, a shield and a beacon,
Guiding us through the labyrinth of our own fires.
For in her gaze, we see ourselves,
Reflected in the depths of her soul.
The crimson veil, a timeless embrace,
A reminder that we are all one, bound by the whole.