Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she finds her solace,
A sea of roses, her heart's dark ocean.
With lips that whisper secrets to the night,
She surrenders to the beauty, a gentle, fatal blight.
Her skin, a canvas, pale and serene,
A backdrop for the passion that has been.
The roses, like tears, fall around her face,
A mourning for the love that time and space erase.
In this still moment, she is free to be,
A vision of beauty, wild and carelessly.
The red roses, like flames, that surround her head,
A fiery halo, where her spirit is fed.
In this portrait, she is lost, yet found,
A soul, in ecstasy, on common ground.
With every petal, a piece of her is torn,
A beauty that is fierce, and wildly born.
In the rose requiem, she finds her peace,
A final rest, where love and death release.