Crimson Enigma
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, a tale unfolds,
A mystic shroud that gently holds.
Eyes like sapphires, piercing and bright,
Reflect the soul, in quiet night.
The fabric flows, a river's stream,
As red as passion, as red as dream.
With every fold, a story's spun,
Of secrets kept, of hearts undone.
In this portrait, a world is found,
Where mystery and beauty resound.
The subject's gaze, a window wide,
Invites the viewer, to step inside.
A journey through the crimson veil,
To the depths of the soul, where truth prevails.
In this artwork, a tale is told,
Of a spirit wild, and a heart of gold.