Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision emerges, ethereal and gray. A maiden's form, surrounded by crimson blooms, Her eyes closed, as if in sweet perfumed rooms. The roses whisper secrets, a gentle, mournful sigh, As petals dance, like tears, across her skin so dry. In this dark tableau, beauty reigns supreme, A fleeting moment, lost in a dreamlike theme. The roses, like passionate hearts, beat as one, In reverence, the subject is forever won. In slumber, she finds solace, a peaceful nest, Among the roses, her spirit is at rest. The world outside recedes, with all its strife, As in this image, she finds her inner life. A moment captured, suspended in time and space, A rose requiem, a beauty to behold, a sacred place.