Silver Veil
Reflection
In the whispers of the wind, she stands tall,
A vision shrouded, beyond them all.
The silver cloak, a mystic hue,
Guards the secrets, both old and new.
Eyes that pierce, like the morning dew,
Reflect the depths, of a soul anew.
The waves crash, in the distance cold,
As she embodies, a story untold.
With every glance, a tale unfolds,
Of strength and beauty, forever to hold.
In the stillness, she finds her might,
A beacon of hope, in the dark of night.
The silver veil, a symbol true,
Of the mysteries, that only she knew.