Rose Noir Elegy
Reflection
In the shadow of her gaze, a rose blooms with secrets untold.
Her lips, a whispered promise of forbidden delight.
The city's whispers fade into the background, as she stands alone,
A vision of mystery, where darkness and light entwine.
The rose, a symbol of passion, nestled in her hair so fine,
A delicate balance of beauty and the melancholy that she bears.
Her eyes, closed to the world, yet open to the soul,
Invite the viewer into a realm where dreams and reality unfold.
In this moment, she is free, a spirit unbound,
With the rose as her crown, a queen of the night's profound.
The soft glow of her skin, a canvas of subtle hue,
A masterpiece of contrasts, where light and shadow renew.
The fabric of her attire, a dance of texture and shade,
Echoes the complexity of her inner world, a realm of depth displayed.
In 'Rose Noir Elegy', we find a reflection of our own hidden truths,
A reminder that beauty lies in the interplay of light and the shadows that we choose.