Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, she finds solace, her eyes closed, her spirit soaring.
The red roses entwined in her hair, a symbol of passion and fire.
Her lips, a deep crimson, a promise of secrets untold.
The soft glow on her skin, a gentle caress, as if the light itself is mourning the loss of her gaze.
The darkness around her, a cocoon, protecting her from the world's prying eyes.
In this moment, she is free, her beauty unbridled, her soul on fire.
The rose, a talisman, guarding her heart, a reminder of the beauty that lies within.
As she basks in the shadows, her spirit begins to heal, her heart to mend.
The rose requiem, a lament for the beauty that is lost, and the beauty that remains.