Rose Noir

In the shadows, she blooms like a midnight rose, Her beauty is a whispered promise, a secret disclosed. With eyes closed, she savors the moment's might, A fleeting peace, a respite from the world's harsh light. The red rose in her hair, a symbol of her inner fire, A flame that burns, a passion that never tires. Her lips, a crimson kiss, inviting and divine, A taste of sweetness, a flavor so sublime. In this moment, she is free, untethered and wild, A spirit unbound, with a heart full of childlike guile. The darkness around her, a canvas so grand, A backdrop for her beauty, a work of art in hand. With every glance, she weaves a subtle spell, A siren's call, that beckons all to dwell. In her presence, time stands still, the world's din fades, And all that's left is the beauty that she has made.