A shadow dances under the moonlight,
Footsteps slicing through the still of night.
A crimson parasol hides her smile,
Mysteries locked within her eyes.
A fleeting fragrance, sweet and rare,
Like an illusion floating in the air.
The cold night wind cannot resist,
Her beauty, a lonely, untouchable twist.
Crimson whispers draw me near,
To a sinful dream so crystal clear.
The more I run, the closer she stays,
Her voice binds my heart in a shadowed haze.
A bloom in the darkness, she sways and sighs,
Etching her secrets into the night.
A raven perched, with tales to tell,
Of hidden scars she wears so well.
Between warmth and cold, she lingers there,
A wandering soul in the midnight air.
Reach for her, she fades away,
Caught between fragile and fierce display.
In this frozen world, she sparks a flame,
Her cruel smile whispers my name.
Crimson whispers pull me in,
To a forbidden dream where it begins.
The closer I get, the farther she flees,
Her shadow’s spell won’t set me free.
A flower blooming in the darkened night,
A fleeting beauty lost in time.
No one knows the pain she hides,
The endless sorrow deep inside.
Behind her grace, a silent ache,
A lonely echo she can’t forsake.
Crimson whispers lead me down,
Into an endless dream I’ve found.
My fate to lose it all tonight,
I’d surrender to this velvet plight.
A bloom in the shadows, she fades away,
Her secrets eternal, lost to the day.
Until the moonlight fades to gray,
I’ll chase her shadow, ni