Rose Noir

In the shadows, she stands, a vision of elegance and poise, Her raven tresses adorned with a crimson rose's gentle joys. The soft glow of light dances upon her skin so fair, A delicate balance of light and dark, beyond compare. Her lips, a whispered promise, red as the rose above, Invite the viewer to step into a world of silent love. In this monochromatic realm, the rose blooms with vibrant hue, A symbol of passion, of life, of all that's true. The subject's gaze is cast downward, lost in thought, As if the weight of the world is hers to be caught. Yet, in her stillness, there's a strength, a quiet might, A beauty that transcends the darkness of the night. The rose, a token of her inner fire, a burning flame, That guides her through the shadows, and lights her path, the same. In 'Rose Noir', we find a tale of contrasts, of light and dark, A dance between the shadows and the beauty that leaves its mark.