Rose Noir Elegy

In the shadow, she stands, a vision of elegance and poise, With a rose noir tucked away, a symbol of her inner voice. The darkness whispers secrets, as she gazes into the night, A moment of contemplation, where beauty and sorrow take flight. Her lips, a gentle curve, a promise of love and pain, The rose, a fiery ember, that burns with a silent refrain. The light dances upon her skin, a soft and ethereal glow, As she stands, a statue of beauty, in a world that's lost its way, don't you know. In this moment, she is free, a spirit unbound, A fleeting glimpse of perfection, in a world that's often unsound. The rose noir, a talisman, a reminder of her inner strength, A symbol of the beauty, that lies within, a gentle, quiet length. So let us cherish this moment, this vision of serene delight, A rose noir elegy, a tribute to the beauty, that shines so bright.