Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, entwined with roses' call. Her visage pale, a canvas of serene, A beauty born of sorrow, and a heart unseen. The red roses, like whispers of a lover's sigh, Adorn her hair, a mournful, sweet goodbye. In this tableau of melancholy and grace, We find the beauty in a sorrowful place. A moment frozen, where pain and peace entwine, A reflection of the heart's deep, inner shrine. The roses, symbols of love's bittersweet refrain, Echo the whispers of a heart that remains. In this stillness, we find a strange reprieve, A moment's peace, a heart that can breathe. For in the roses, and in her tranquil face, We see the beauty of a soul in a sacred space.