Rose Requiem

In the shadows, she finds her solace, A rose-adorned reverie, a melancholic dance. Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise unspoken, As darkness wraps around her, like a lover's gentle hand. The rose, a symbol of passion, of love and of pain, Echoes the turmoil that her heart cannot contain. With eyes closed, she surrenders to the night, And in the silence, her spirit takes flight. The world outside fades, as she loses herself, In the depths of her sorrow, where love and loss are shelved. Yet, in this darkness, there's a beauty to be found, A strength that emerges, like a rose blooming from the ground. Her story, a testament to the human heart's capacity, To love, to lose, and to rise again, in all its fragility.