Memento Mori

In the depths of her gaze, a tale unfolds, A story of life and death, forever told. The crimson hat, a symbol of passion's fire, Adorned with skulls, a reminder of life's highest desire. The leaves that dance, a waltz of decay, A fleeting beauty, lost in the passage of day. Her hair, a river, flowing like a stream, Through the realms of existence, where shadows beam. The skulls that cling, a morbid, eerie charm, A testament to the transience of life's alarm. In this portrait, a paradox we find, A celebration of life, entwined with death's dark design. A reminder to cherish each fleeting moment's might, And to confront the darkness, that lies in plain sight.