Crimson Covenant

In the depths of darkness, a hand cradles the sphere of fate, A crimson map etched upon its surface, a testament to trials great. The cracks that spread like veins, a story of resilience tell, A symbol of the strength that lies within, where shadows dwell. The tattooed arm, a canvas of secrets untold, Guards the orb with a gentle touch, a paradox to behold. In this quiet moment, we find the power to face, The fragility and the might of a soul in a fragile place. The red orb glows, a beacon in the dark, A promise of transformation, a journey to embark. With every crack, a lesson learned, a path unwound, The hand that holds, a guardian of the heart's profound. In the stillness, a story unfolds, of trials and of might, A crimson covenant, sealed in the silent night.