Rose Requiem

In the shadows, a vision unfolds, a maiden entwined with roses, her beauty a fleeting dream. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon the heart to surrender. The roses, like passion's flame, burn bright and true, a symbol of love's bittersweet refrain. Her eyes, veiled in mystery, hold the secrets of the night, a nocturnal blooming, where shadows take flight. In this chiaroscuro dance, light and darkness entwine, a delicate balance, a beauty divine. The roses, a crown of thorns, a symbol of the heart's deepest pain, yet in their beauty, a truth remains, a love that will forever remain. In her gaze, a world of emotions swirls, a maelstrom of the soul, where love and loss are twined. The roses, like memories, linger, a bittersweet reminder of what has been, and what will be forever lost. Yet, in their presence, she finds solace, a comfort in their beauty, a reflection of her own.