Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A visage pale, like moonlight's gentle call, Amidst the roses, red as passion's fire, A soul lies still, in sweet, eternal desire. The blooms, like whispers, tender and low, Surround the face, in sorrow's gentle glow. The eyes, closed tight, as if in dream, Reflect the beauty, and the pain unseen. In this tableau, of love and loss entwined, A requiem for beauty, left behind. The roses weep, with petals soft as tears, For the fleeting nature, of mortal fears. Yet, in this moment, frozen in time's flight, Lies a beauty, that transcends the night. A testament to love's enduring might, That even in stillness, shines with gentle light.