Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision lies, in roses' dark array. Her lips, a crimson whisper, still, A beauty lost, in slumber's chill. The roses, like velvet night, Enfold her, in their secret light. In this still scene, a story's told Of love, of loss, of hearts grown cold. The darkness reigns, the roses sway, A midnight requiem, for a fading day. In this tableau, a truth is revealed, That beauty's fragile, and love is concealed. The roses, they whisper, a gentle hue, A eulogy, for a love, now lost, anew.