Veil of Crimson Dusk

In the shadowed glow of a dying sun,

Your eyes whisper storms that can’t be undone,

Silken rage beneath porcelain skin,

A fragile heart where the dark begins.

Lost in the haze, you’re a ghost in bloom,

Beauty tangled in the velvet gloom.

You wear your pain like a crown of fire,

A symphony of ruin, a sweet desire.

Through the ashes, your silence screams,

You are the pulse inside my dreams.

Midnight breath, painted tears on glass,

Every stare a curse that will never pass.

You drift through the smoke like a fading flame,

Every whisper still calls your name.

Shatter the mirror, let the truth decay,

You’re the storm I crave, the end I pray.

In chaos you rise, divine, obscene,

The darkened muse of a shattered dream.

You wear your pain like a crown of fire,

A melody of shadows, a bleeding choir.

Under the moon, your sorrow gleams,

You are the ghost inside my dreams.

Fade with the night, soft and unseen,

Queen of the dusk, eternal, serene.