07/12/2025
The Lady in Red
In the quiet of her waiting, she stands,, bathed in daylight
A lady in red, her eyes burning with a flame that never sleeps
Her soul, a vessel, overflowing with the passion of a thousand suns
Aching for the touch of her twin, the one who will fan the embers
The city outside is a distant hum, a muffled murmur
As her gaze loses itself in the expanse, searching for a sign
The air is heavy with anticipation, a sense of impending change
A whisper of promise, a hint of what's to come
Her heart beats with a rhythm, a primal drum
Echoing through the chambers of her soul, a call to the unknown
She is a flame, burning bright, a beacon in the haze
A siren's song, lulling the world into a sweet surrender
And when he comes, the room will ignite
A conflagration of love, a blaze that will consume them both
Leaving only ashes, a reminder of the fire that once burned
A love that will rise, phoenix-like, from the ashes, forever changed
