In a room of shadows, warm and deep,

A tale unfolds where secrets sleep.

A rabbit sits with a knowing stare,

Its presence calm, its gaze aware.

Beside it, a figure in fiery hue,

With roses red and a vintage view.

A pistol rests in a steady hand,

A scene of mystery, bold and grand.

The sketch behind tells stories untold,

Of daring ventures and hearts so bold.

A world of intrigue, artfully spun,

Where danger and beauty blend as one.