Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where roses bloom and fade, A vision dances, ethereal, unafraid. Her gown, a whisper of silk and light, Unfurls like petals, a gentle, golden night. The roses above, a crimson, mystic shroud, Envelop her form, in love's sweet, secret cloud. In this verdant sanctum, she reigns supreme, A queen of beauty, in a dreamlike theme. The roses' scent, a heady, sweet perfume, Transports her to realms, both known and unknown, in bloom. As she moves, her dress, a flowing, golden sea, Echoes the whispers, of a lover's gentle plea. In this surreal, rose-filled, mystic space, She is the rose, in every gentle, loving grace. A fleeting moment, of beauty, pure and bright, A memory, to cherish, through the dark of night.