Ruby Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, a maiden stirs, her spirit on the wing.
With roses dark as blood and feathers red as flame, she rises, a phoenix from the ashes of her pain.
Her eyes, like sapphires, deep and still, hold secrets of the heart's deepest thrill.
The world, in all its beauty and its strife, is mirrored in her soul, a microcosm of life.
As she ascends, her form a blur of light, she leaves behind the weight of mortal night.
In her wake, a trail of petals, soft and red, a pathway to the mysteries of the heart, long dead.
And when the winds of change blow strong and free, she stands, a monument to liberty, a symbol of the power that lies within, a flame that burns, a love that never dies, a Ruby Requiem.