Crimson Contemplation
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she finds her solace,
A cloak of courage, a heart that dares,
With eyes that pierce the soul, she beholds,
A world of wonder, where love and mystery unfold.
Her touch, a whisper, a gentle breeze,
That stirs the embers of a soul at peace,
In contemplation, she finds her strength,
A reflection of the beauty that she holds within,
A crimson veil that shrouds her form,
Yet reveals the depths of her inner storm,
A paradox of fragility and might,
A dance of light and shadow, a wondrous sight.