Memento Mori
Reflection
In the shadow of mortality, she stands tall,
A vision of beauty, with death's whisper on her wall.
The skull upon her hat, a reminder of fate's call,
Echoes the transient nature of life's fleeting thrall.
Her gaze, a window to the soul, serene and deep,
Reflects the wisdom of one who has faced the keep.
Of mortal coils, she is aware, yet unconfined,
A spirit that dances with the threads of life entwined.
The lines that trace her form, a map of inner sight,
Guide the viewer through the realms of day and night.
In her presence, we are reminded to cherish each breath,
And in the beauty of mortality, find the strength of our depth.