Memento Mori

In the depths of her gaze, a tale unfolds, A story of life, death, and the mysteries that hold. With hands that cradle a skull so fine, She embodies the dance between life's design and decline. Her hair, a cascade of golden light, Framing a face that stares into the night. The darkness of her attire, a mourning veil, Conceals the beauty that in sorrow prevails. The skull, a symbol of mortality's sway, Held gently, as if to seize the day. In this embrace, a paradox is found, Between the fragility and the strength profound. A moment captured, a story told, Of the human condition, young and old. In her eyes, a deep wisdom gleams, A knowledge of the transient nature of dreams. The ornate background, a testament to the past, A heritage of art and beauty that will forever last. This image, a reflection of our own mortal frame, Inviting us to ponder on life's fleeting game.