Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision emerges, veiled in crimson gray. A woman's form, a canvas of desire, Adorned with roses, her beauty on fire. The hat, a dark and mystic crown, Shadows her eyes, where secrets drown. The roses bloom, a fiery throng, As if her very soul had taken wing. In this rich red, a world is born, Where passion's flame forever burns. A tale of love, of loss, of heart's deep pain, Echoes through the roses' sweet refrain. The subject's gaze, a piercing sight, Invites the viewer into the rose's light. A dance of light and shadow on her skin, Reveals the beauty locked within. The roses whisper secrets, a mystic spell, As the woman's presence, the heart doth compel.