Description
In a robe of crimson, a figure unfolds, Skinny and faceless, grief it beholds.
Large round pearls, eyes devoid of cheer,
Gaze upon the viewer, harboring a tear.
Silent specter, in shadows it resides,
A dance with loss, where sorrow abides.
The robe, a vestment of tales untold,
A narrative of grief, in shadows it's scrolled.
Faceless visage, a canvas of woe,
Eyes, like black pearls, in mournful echo.
In the hush, where sorrows accrue,
A figure in crimson mourns what is due.