Rose Noir

In the shadows, she blooms like a midnight rose, A fleeting beauty, with darkness as her pose. Her lips, a whispered promise, red as the night, A siren's call, that beckons with all her might. The rose above, a symbol of her mystique, A guardian of secrets, that only the night can speak. Her eyes, closed to the world, yet open to the soul, A mystic's gaze, that sees beyond the veil's dark role. In this chiaroscuro, she finds her peaceful nest, A world of contrasts, where light and darkness rest. Her beauty is a spell, that casts a gentle sway, A rose in bloom, that guides us through life's gray days. With every glance, a story unfolds, a tale of might, A rose noir, that shines with beauty, in the dark of night.