Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet touch of red roses, their beauty as haunting as her own. The darkness whispers secrets, and her lips, painted crimson, remain sealed, a promise kept. The roses, like shadows, cling to her, a symbol of the love and loss that shapes her. In this stillness, she finds solace, a moment's peace from the world's din. Her eyes, closed to the world, open to the dreams that only the night can bring. The roses, in their silent vigil, guard her rest, their thorns a reminder of the beauty and pain entwined. In this tableau of beauty and melancholy, she is both the queen and the captive, a heart beating in a sea of red.