Crimson Elegy

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden weeps, her heart entwined with all, The red blooms weep, their petals like tears, As sorrow's dark wings envelop her through the years. The bird, a messenger of fate's design, Perches upon her hand, a symbol divine, Of love and loss, of life's ephemeral sigh, In this tableau of beauty, where heartache lies. The flowers, like rubies, rich and red as sin, Adorn her head, a crown of passion within, The artist's brush, a dance of light and shade, Captures the essence of a soul displayed. In this portrait, a story unfolds, Of love, of loss, of memories that never grow old, A testament to the human heart's deep pain, And the beauty that arises from the sorrow's stain.