Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, a maiden dances, lost in disarray. Her crown of roses, crimson bright, whispers secrets through the endless night. With every step, a tale unfolds, of love and loss, of hearts grown cold. The city's silhouette, a distant hum, contrasts with beauty, lost, and undone. In this dark waltz, she finds her stage, where petals fall like tears, a tragic page. Yet, in her sorrow, there's a strange delight, a beauty born of darkness and light. For in the roses, her soul takes flight, and in their thorns, a strength takes might. Thus, she dances on, through the fading light, her spirit unbroken, her heart alight.