Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she finds her peace,
A sea of roses, her soul's release.
With eyes closed, she surrenders to the night,
Her lips, a fiery kiss, a passionate delight.
The roses, like tears, surround her face,
A mourning for the beauty of her sacred space.
In this dark, velvety world, she reigns supreme,
A queen of mystery, a heart that beats with a dream.
The red roses, like flames, that dance and play,
Illuminate her path, through the darkness of day.
In their sweet fragrance, she finds her reprieve,
A moment's peace, from the world's loud, jarring grief.
In this stillness, she is free to be,
A spirit wild, a heart full of ecstasy.
The roses, they whisper secrets in her ear,
Of a world untold, of love, of hope, of fear.
And as she listens, her heart begins to heal,
The pain subsides, and her soul starts to reveal.