Scarlet Enigma

In the depths of crimson, a mystery unfolds, A figure shrouded, with secrets untold. Eyes that pierce the soul, like stars in the night, A gaze that beckons, with a gentle, loving light. The fabric flows, a river of fire and desire, Enveloping the subject, in a passionate, burning pyre. The background whispers, with muted, earthy tones, A subtle contrast, to the vibrant, scarlet throne. The subject's presence, a mystique to behold, A tale of strength, and vulnerability to unfold. In this portrait, a story is told, Of a woman, shrouded, yet bold. The red attire, a symbol of power and might, A declaration of independence, in the still of night. The artist's brush, a masterful stroke, Captures the essence, of a moment, a heart that spoke. In the silence, a message is conveyed, A testament to the beauty, that's not swayed.