Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden wanders, lost in disarray,
Her gown, a whisper of silken gray,
As she descends, with roses in array.
The staircase, worn, a testament to time,
Echoes of memories, a love sublime,
The roses, red, a passionate refrain,
As she pauses, lost, in love's sweet pain.
In this moment, she is free to roam,
To lose herself, to find her way back home,
The roses, a symbol of love's dark might,
Guiding her through the darkness of night.
With every step, a story unfolds,
Of love, of loss, of memories to hold,
The roses, a reminder of what's past,
A bittersweet reminder that will forever last.