Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden sings her final sway,
Red roses crown her troubled brow,
As darkness whispers secrets now.
Her lips, a crimson, sorrowful smile,
Echoing a beauty lost for a while,
The black designs upon her skin,
Tell tales of passions locked within.
In this dimly lit, ethereal space,
She stands, a fleeting, mournful grace,
A moment's beauty, lost in night,
A rose requiem, a gentle, fading light.
Her song, a lament, a dying breath,
As petals fall, like tears, to death,
Yet in this darkness, there's a peace,
A stillness that her soul release.