Crimson Requiem
Reflection
In crimson depths, a visage lies serene,
A testament to life's fleeting sheen.
The red hue, a symbol of life's force,
Echoes the passion that once coursed through her course.
Her eyes, closed in slumber, or perhaps in pain,
Reflect the turmoil that her soul cannot contain.
The liquid crimson, like a shroud, envelops her form,
A poignant reminder of life's delicate norm.
In this surreal tableau, we find a reflection of our own,
A mirrored gaze into the depths of our soul's throne.
The artwork speaks of transformation, of change and decay,
A cycle that we all must face, come what may.
It whispers tales of passion, of life and its price,
And in its depths, a story of resilience and sacrifice.
The red, a color fierce, yet calming in its hue,
Invites the viewer to ponder, to reflect anew.
In 'Crimson Requiem', we find a tale of life's duality,
A balance of strength and fragility, in perfect harmony.