Midnight Rose

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, a woman sits, surrounded by roses' call. Her dark dress whispers secrets to the night, as she cradles a bloom, a symbol of her plight. The water's edge, a mirror to her soul, reflects the turmoil, the heart's dark role. The roses, like her heart, are red and bright, a fiery passion, in the dark of night. The castle's silhouette, a backdrop grand, a testament to dreams, and a love so planned. The soft glow of lanterns, a gentle breeze, stirs the atmosphere, with a lover's pleas. In this serene scene, she finds her peace, a moment's solace, in love's dark release. The roses, a reminder, of love's sweet pain, a bittersweet memory, forever to remain.