Council of Silence

In a chamber of stone, where shadows softly fall, Five figures sit, their faces hidden from all. Red robes cascade, like autumn's hue, Their silence is a language, both old and new. Their masks, a symbol of the secrets they keep, A mystery that only they can reap. The doorway behind, a passage to the unknown, A threshold to the depths of their inner throne. Their hands, clasped tight, a gesture of restraint, A sign of the power that their silence maintains. In this stillness, they find their strength, A unity of purpose, a bond at length. Their robes, a color of passion and of fire, A symbol of the heart's deepest desire. In this painting, we find a tale of might, A story of the power of silence and the light.