Crimson Requiem

In crimson depths, a figure lies serene, A vision of beauty, in a sea unseen, The red liquid, a symbol of life's fire, A metaphor for passion, that never tires. The face, a mask, of calm and peace, A contrast to the turmoil, that the liquid release. The eyes, closed, as if in slumber deep, A dreamer, in a world, where emotions seep. The texture, thick, and viscous as blood, A representation, of life's vital flood. The color, red, a hue, of love and strife, A dichotomy, of life and death's dark rife. In this artwork, a story unfolds, Of human experience, in all its forms told. A tale of passion, of fire and might, A reflection, of the human plight.