Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, entwined with roses' call. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon near, As petals dance, like lovers, in the dark of year. With eyes closed, she surrenders to the night, A canvas of dreams, where passion takes flight. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guard her slumber, their beauty a sweet refrain. In this tableau of beauty, stark and serene, Lies a tale of heartache, a soul unseen. The roses, red as the fires that they bear, Symbolize the fierce and tender love we share. In her repose, a story unfolds of might, A testament to the beauty of the night. And as we gaze upon this peaceful face, We find our own reflections in the rose's dark, secret place.