Crimson Veil

In twilight's hush, where waves caress the shore, A crimson cloak, like passion, stands once more. Enveloping a form, a mystery to share, It dances with the wind, without a care. The sky ablaze, a kaleidoscope of hue, A fiery glow that whispers secrets anew. The fabric flows, a river of desire, As the heart beats fast, like a burning fire. In this serene and mystic, ocean's sway, The crimson veil beckons, come what may. A symbol of the soul, in all its might, It stands, a sentinel, through the endless night. A guardian of dreams, a keeper of the deep, The crimson veil, a mystery, in silent sleep. It whispers truths, of the heart's dark core, And the waves, they echo, forever more.