Rose Requiem

In the shadow, she stands, a vision of beauty and pain, Adorned with roses, a symbol of love and its stain. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, a moment of release, A surrender to the emotions that she cannot cease. The red roses, a fiery halo, a crown of desire, A flame that burns within, a heart that aspires. The black dress, a shroud, a veil of mystery, A woman lost in thought, a soul in reverie. The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress, A whisper of hope, a promise of rebirth, a new dress. In this moment, she is free, a spirit unbound, A rose in full bloom, a beauty unbound. The darkness fades, the light takes hold, A transformation unfolds, a story to be told.