Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, a maiden blooms, her beauty rare. Red roses weave a mystic spell, as petals dance, her soul to tell. Her eyes, like sapphires, dark and deep, hold secrets whispered, mystic sleep. The roses, like a lover's sigh, surround her, a tender, mournful cry. In this still moment, time stands still, as beauty and sorrow, heart and will, entwine like the rose's thorn and bloom, a fleeting glimpse of life's sweet perfume.