Silent Witness

In the depths of its eyes, a story unfolds, A tale of struggle, of trials and gold. The red that stains its fur, a symbol true, Of the battles fought, and the heart anew. With every glance, a connection forms, A bond between the viewer and the primal norms. The fur, a cloak of white, pure and bright, Conceals the depths of a soul, in the dark of night. The monkey's gaze, a mirror to our own, Reflects the pain, the struggle, and the unknown. In this image, a reflection of ourselves we find, A reminder of our own trials, our own heart and mind. The blood that drips, a reminder of our own, The wounds we bear, the scars that are sown. Yet, in the eyes, a spark of hope does gleam, A light that guides, through the darkest dream.