Rose Enchantress
Reflection
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.