Midnight Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, a maiden sits, lost in thought's dark way. Her gown, a midnight sky, enfolds her form, as red roses scatter, like love's warm storm. The water's edge, a mirrored stage, reflects the beauty of her sorrow's page. The columns stand, like sentinels of old, witness to the tales her heart doth hold. In this still scene, where light and dark entwine, she finds solace, a moment's peace divine. The roses, symbols of love's fierce, burning fire, that once warmed her heart, now seem to conspire against the chill of loneliness and night, yet in their beauty, she finds a gentle light. In this quiet moment, she is free to be, to let her spirit roam, wild and carefree. The world, it seems, has slowed its frantic pace, and in the stillness, she finds a sacred space.