Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the soft glow of fading light, a vision emerges, a maiden fair with eyes closed tight.
A red rose blooms in her hair, a symbol of love and loss, a whispered promise in the air.
Her lips, a rosebud's hue, invite the kiss of twilight's sigh.
The delicate dance of shadows on her skin, a testament to the fleeting nature of beauty within.
In this moment, she is a dream, a fleeting thought, a whispered secret in the wind.
The rose, a flame that burns bright, a beacon in the darkness, a guiding light.
Her beauty is a requiem, a lament for what is lost, a celebration of what remains.
In her, we find the beauty of the ephemeral, the poignant truth of our own mortality.