Crimson Vortex
Reflection
In the depths of darkness, a crimson wave stirs,
A vortex of passion, a heart that aspires,
To rise above, to swirl and to sway,
In rhythmic motion, night and day.
The red threads weave, a tale of might,
A dance of energy, a wondrous sight,
As darkness fades, and light takes hold,
The crimson vortex, a story unfold.
In every twist, a tale is spun,
Of dreams and desires, forever won.
The swirling lines, a path reveal,
To hidden depths, where emotions conceal.
In this abstract world, we find our way,
Through the crimson vortex, a new day.