Midnight Elegy
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A maiden sits, her heart entwined with all,
The red roses, like secrets, in her hands,
A midnight river, with lanterns, stands.
Her black dress, a silhouette of night,
Contrasts with roses, a passionate, fierce light,
The city sleeps, with spires reaching high,
As she contemplates, with a gentle, sorrowful sigh.
The water's edge, a mirror to her soul,
Reflects the lights, a warm, golden role,
In this serene, yet melancholic scene,
She finds solace, in the roses' gentle sheen.
The world is hushed, in a quiet sleep,
As she weeps, her heart, the roses keep,
In this nocturnal, mystical, and dreamy space,
She finds her truth, in the roses' gentle, sacred place.