Midnight Rose Requiem

In the shadows, she kneels, a vision of sorrow and grace, Her dark hair cascades, a waterfall of night's dark space, The red roses, like blood, or passion, or heart's deep fire, Lie scattered, a testament to love's burning desire. Her eyes, downcast, veil the story they could tell, Of dreams, of loss, of love that has been, and what compels, The lace that drapes her form, a gossamer shroud of pain, Echoes the fragility of love, and its refrain. In this chiaroscuro dance, light and shadow play, Revealing the contours of a heart that's lost its way, The roses, symbols of a love that's strong and true, Lie before her, a poignant reminder of what she once knew. In this moment, she is lost, yet found, in grief and in beauty, A fleeting glimpse of a soul, in the stillness of the night's dark duty.