Midnight Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A mystic figure emerges, veiled in gray. Surrounded by ravens, dark and still, And roses that bloom with a gentle will. Their ebony feathers, a somber hue, Contrast with the flowers, pink and anew. The woman's gaze, a window to the soul, Reflects the mystery that makes us whole. In this tableau, where life and death entwine, We find the beauty that makes the heart and mind align. The ravens, messengers of the unknown, Watch over her, as if to guard a sacred throne. The roses, symbols of love's pure light, Shine like beacons, in the dark of night. Together, they form a mystic, sacred space, Where the boundaries between life and death erase. In this stillness, we find a peaceful nest, A place to rest, and be our truest self, at best.