Rose Enchantress

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision emerges, ethereal and gray, A maiden fair, with roses in her hair, A symbol of mystery, beyond compare. Her lips, a crimson whisper, soft and low, Invite the gaze, to secrets yet untold, The roses, red as passion, white as snow, A contrast of emotions, in her eyes, they unfold. Her hair, a rich, dark mane, with tendrils free, Echoes the wild beauty, of a secret sea, The background, blurred, a soft, gray haze, A canvas for the imagination, to amaze. In this, a tale of enchantment, is spun, A story of the heart, where love is won, The Rose Enchantress, a mystic, a guide, Leads us through the labyrinth, of the heart's inside.