Crimson Contemplation
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she finds her solace,
A cloak of mystery, a heart that unfolds.
With eyes that pierce the veil of the soul,
she contemplates the mysteries whole.
Her lips, a gentle curve, a whispered secret,
A tale of wonder, a story yet unspoken.
The red hooded figure, a symbol of power,
A guardian of dreams, in a world of shadow and hour.
In the stillness, she finds her strength,
A reflection of the beauty, at the core of her length.
With every brushstroke, a tale is told,
Of a woman, shrouded, yet bold.
The artist's hand, a master of light and shade,
Has woven a tapestry, of a mystic, mystic trade.
In this portrait, we find a piece of ourselves,
A journey inward, through the labyrinth of our wealth.