Rose Noir

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A rose blooms, a beauty to slay, Her lips, a crimson, inviting smile, As darkness whispers, all the while. With eyes closed, she savors the night, The world, a blur, a distant light, Her raven tresses, a cascade down, A midnight river, without a sound. The rose, a symbol, of passion's fire, A flame that burns, a heart's desire, In this, a moment, she is free, A queen of darkness, wild, and carefree. The architecture, a backdrop grand, A testament to her, majestic hand, The columns, tall, a sentinel's might, Guarding the secrets, of her, endless night. In this, a portrait, of a woman, bold, A spirit, unbroken, a heart, untold, A tale of mystery, of beauty, and might, A rose noir, in the, silent light.