Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she finds her solace, A sea of roses, her heart's dark ocean. The red petals whisper secrets, of love and of pain, As she lies, a porcelain doll, in a bed of thorns and rain. Her eyes, like shadows, closed to the world's din, Drink in the beauty, of the roses within. In this stillness, she finds a fleeting peace, A moment's respite, from the world's wild release. The roses, like tears, fall around her face, A symbol of the beauty, in a troubled, secret place. In their depths, she sees, a reflection of her own, A beauty marred, by the thorns that have grown. Yet, in their scent, she finds a strange reprieve, A reminder that even in darkness, there's a beauty to retrieve.