Scarlet Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden stands, with beauty born of gray. Her eyes, like lanterns in the dark, aglow, Reflect the turmoil of a soul that's slow To heal the wounds that time and fate impart, Yet in her gaze, a fierce resilience takes part. The crimson kiss upon her cheek, a tale unfolds, Of trials faced, of strength that never grows old. The silver locks that cascade, a river's flow, Echoing the whispers of a long-forgotten woe. In every strand, a story is entwined, Of love, of loss, of heart and mind aligned. The red attire, a cloak of courage worn, A symbol of the battles she has borne. With every glance, a piece of her is told, A narrative of survival, young and bold.