She walks where silence wears a crown In crimson threads that weigh her down Eyes like questions, sharp and deep A mirror holds the truths we keep The lady in red, she doesn’t speak Her steps are loud, her gaze is bleak Is she the flame, or just the spark? A fleeting light inside the dark We chase her shadow, step in line But she’s no prisoner of time The lady in red, she fades away Leaving us to find our way