Midnight Rose

In the shadows, she stands alone, With roses red as the heart's deep tone, Her eyes cast down, her soul on fire, A midnight beauty, a heart's desire. The wind whispers secrets in her ear, As she beholds the roses drawing near, Their petals soft as a lover's sigh, A symbol of passion, a heart's goodbye. In the darkness, she finds her light, A guiding force through the endless night, The roses' beauty, a reflection true, Of the love she holds, and the heart anew. With every glance, a story's told, Of love, of loss, of a heart made bold, The roses' red, a symbol of her might, A midnight rose, in the dark of night.