Silent Witness
Reflection
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.