Rose Noir

In the shadows, she stands, a vision of elegance and poise, With a rose in her hair, a symbol of love's joys and noise. Her lips, a deep crimson, inviting and bold, A beauty that captivates, a story yet untold. The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress, Highlighting the curves, a work of art, a finesse. The darkness around, a canvas, deep and wide, Contrasting with her, a beauty, she cannot hide. The rose, a metaphor, for love's passion and fire, A flame that burns, a desire that never tires. In this moment, she is free, a spirit unbound, A beauty that transcends, a soul ungrounded. The rose in her hair, a crown, a symbol of her might, A woman, a goddess, a beauty, a wondrous sight. In the darkness, she shines, a star, a guiding light, A beacon of hope, in the black of night.