Crimson Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden stands, with beauty's fading ray. Her silver locks, like moonlight's gentle gleam, Cascade down her back, a river's silver dream. The crimson hue, that tinges her hair's dark night, Echoes the blood, that stains her cheek's pale light. A tale of sorrow, of trials and of strife, Is etched upon her face, a map of inner life. The dark attire, that wraps around her form, Speaks of a strength, that's tempered, like fine gold in storm. The choker's black leather, a symbol of her might, Guards the heart, that beats with a fierce, inner light. In this portrait, we see a story unfold, Of a soul, that's weathered, the tempests cold. A beauty, bruised, yet still, she stands tall, A testament to the power, that lies within us all.