In the ***-lit room where shadows play,
a figure stands in the fading day.
With hair of fire and eyes that gleam,
she's a vision of the lore in a haunting dream.
Oh,
the seduction in her scarlet guise,
with hair adorned in a daring rise,
with earrings that dance in the candle's glow,
and lips of crimson in a silent show.
In the mirror's
gaze where secrets lie,
she paints her face with a practiced sigh.
With powders and creams in delicate eye,
she crafts her allure with every ply.
Oh,
the seduction in her scarlet guise,
with hair adorned in a daring rise,
with earrings that dance in the candle's glow,
and lips of crimson in a silent show.
In the wardrobe's depths where treasures glow,
and lips of crimson in a silent show,
inside she finds her armor in satin stride.
With gowns that shimmer in the moon's soft beam,
she's a queen of beauty in a silent dream.
Oh,
the seduction in her scarlet guise,
with hair adorned in a daring rise,
with earrings
that dance in the candle's glow,
and lips of crimson in a silent show.
Let us marvel at her grand display.
In the seduction of scarlet she holds sway,
more in her beauty and all she portrays,
lies the allure of seduction
in a crimson blaze.