In shadows, she finds solace,
Where light dances in delicate delusion.
A dance of darkness and desire,
Her form framed by the fickle fire.
Red restraints on a raven's grace,
An ethereal elegance, a bound embrace.
The world is muted outside her view,
In this moment, only her whispers pursue.
A silent symphony in shadow and light,
Her serenade is subtle, yet oh so bright.