Rose Noir

In the shadows, she stands, a vision of elegance and poise, A red rose in her hair, a symbol of passion that never dies. Her black hair is styled in a sleek bun, a testament to her refined taste, As she gazes forward, her eyes hidden, her soul in a subtle, mysterious state. The soft folds of her white dress cascade down her back, A gentle contrast to the darkness that surrounds her, a subtle attack. The red of the rose, a vibrant splash of color and life, A beacon that draws the eye, a symbol of the beauty that lies within the strife. In this monochromatic world, she is a vision of serenity, A fleeting glimpse of hope, a moment of tranquility. The rose, a symbol of love, of passion, of the heart's deepest desire, A reminder that even in darkness, there is beauty that can set the soul on fire. She stands, a statue, a work of art, a masterpiece of elegance and poise, A reminder that true beauty lies not just in the physical form, but in the soul's deepest joys.