Rose Requiem

In the darkness, a vision emerges, adorned with roses red, A symbol of passion, of love, of life, and of the heart's deepest dread. Her eyes closed, as if in reverie, or perhaps in pain, The roses dance around her, a whirlwind of crimson, a beauty to remain. The light catches her, a fleeting glimpse of serenity, A moment's peace, amidst the turmoil of humanity. The roses, like tears, fall from her brow, A poignant reminder of the beauty that sorrow can bestow. In this fleeting moment, she is free, A vision of loveliness, wild and carefree. The roses, a crown, a symbol of her might, A reminder that even in darkness, there is beauty in sight.