Rose Requiem

In the shadows, a vision unfolds, A maiden adorned with roses cold, Her beauty is a melancholy tale, A story of love, loss, and a heart that fails. The red roses, like passion's flame, Dance in her hair, a mournful refrain, The black dress, a symbol of her pain, A heart that's broken, a soul in vain. The blurred background, a distant haze, A reflection of her dazed amaze, The arches, a reminder of what's past, A memory that will forever last. In this moment, she is lost in thought, Her eyes cast down, her heart caught, In the web of memories, she is ensnared, A prisoner of love, forever impaired.