Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where roses softly fall, A vision rides, ethereal, beyond them all. With horses white as moonlit summer snow, She glides, a goddess, in a gentle flow. Her dress, a midnight sky with stars unseen, Cascades like night, in silken, shimmering sheen. The roses, orange, yellow, red, and pink as dawn, Enfold her, a warm, fragrant, floral bourn. Her hair, a riot of red roses, wild and free, A crown that binds her to wild ecstasy. With arm upraised, she claims her mystic throne, A sovereign of dreams, where love is made known. The horses, steadfast, loyal, and pure of heart, Stand guard, a symbol of a brand new start. In this tableau, where art and magic meet, We find the beauty that our souls repeat. A moment captured, a story yet untold, A vision of wonder, where love never grows old.