Rose Requiem

In a greenhouse of crimson dreams, where roses bloom and fade, A vision stands, a maiden fair, in golden light displayed. Her gown, a cloud of tulle, aflame with inner fire, A rose within a rose, her beauty aspires. The red blooms whisper secrets, of love and loss and pain, As she glides through the conservatory, a vision to remain. The soft glow of lanterns, a warm and golden light, Casts shadows on the walls, a mystic, dreamlike sight. In this still moment, time stands still, and all is right, As the maiden's beauty, shines like a beacon, in the night. The roses, like rubies, glow with an inner flame, As she moves through the garden, a vision, a wondrous game. The light dances around her, a heavenly display, As she embodies the beauty, of a rose in full array. In this fleeting moment, we are lost, in her gaze, And the beauty of the roses, forever stays.