Rose Noir

In the shadows, she stands, a vision of elegance and poise, Her dark hair adorned with a rose, a symbol of passion's joys. The red petals unfold like secrets, whispers of the heart, As she gazes downward, lost in thought, a work of art. The black dress hugs her form, a silhouette of mystery, The white ruffles dance upon her shoulder, a gentle symphony. The chiaroscuro light, a dance of shadows and of light, Reveals the contours of her face, a beauty to excite. In this moment, she is timeless, a goddess of the night, A creature of enchantment, a wondrous, mystic sight. The rose, a token of her power, a symbol of her might, A beacon in the darkness, shining bright and fair and light. Her lips, a crimson promise, a whispered vow of love, As she stands, a statue, frozen in a world above. The background, a blurred and fading haze, a distant past, As she remains, a constant, forever to forever last.