Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A maiden stands, lost in a rose's silent call.
Her lips, a whispered promise, red as the rose,
A heart that beats with sorrow, in a world of repose.
The pillars stand, like sentinels of old,
Guarding the secrets of a story yet untold.
Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din,
Drink in the beauty, locked within.
The rose, a symbol of love and pain,
A fleeting beauty, like life's refrain.
In her dark hair, it blooms, a fiery crown,
A testament to love's enduring, haunting renown.
The world outside recedes, as she leans in deep,
Into the mystery, the rose's dark, velvet keep.
A moment's peace, in a world of strife,
A rose requiem, a gentle, loving life.