Crimson Veil of Whispers
Reflection
Beneath the crimson veil, a soul ascends,
A tapestry of shadows, where the cats descend.
Their eyes, like mirrors, hold the weight of time,
A silent chorus, singing in the chime.
The woman's gaze, a beacon in the storm,
Her red embrace, a warmth that cannot harm.
Each cat a whisper, each a fleeting thought,
In her embrace, they find their final port.
The wall, a canvas, torn by dreams and fears,
A portal where the mundane and sacred meet.
The light, a soft caress, yet sharp and keen,
A dance of shadows, where the truth is seen.
Oh, viewer, look within your own abyss,
For in her eyes, your soul will find its bliss.
The crimson veil, a symbol of the heart,
Where whispers weave the threads of what we are.
Let this image be a mirror to your soul,
A journey through the labyrinth of control.
For in her gaze, you'll find the truth you seek,
A crimson veil, where whispers never break.