Order of the Red

In solemn assembly, they stand as pillars of faith, Robed in crimson, a symbol of their inner strength. Their hats, a mark of distinction, cast a subtle shadow, On the countenances that bear the weight of conviction. The pear-shaped fruit, a token of wisdom, hangs serene, Between the columns, a testament to the balance they maintain. Their robes, a cascade of red, like the flush of dawn, As they embody the virtues that their order has sworn. In this tableau, they are the guardians of tradition, Their unity and resolve, a beacon in the stillness. The artist's brush, a master of light and shadow's play, Captures the essence of their fraternity, in a timeless way. Their eyes, a window to the soul, reflect a deep resolve, A commitment to the principles that they embody and evolve. In this portrait, we see not just men in red attire, But the embodiment of a noble order, with hearts on fire.