Midnight Rose

In the shadows, she stands, a vision of mystery and grace, Her dark hair cascading like a waterfall's dark embrace, With eyes closed, she inhales the scent of red roses' might, A moment of serenity, in the still of the night. The chiaroscuro dance of light and shadow on her skin, Highlights the contours, where vulnerability and strength begin, The roses, a symbol of passion, of love and of pain, Echo the depths of emotion, in her serene, yet troubled refrain. In this portrait, a story unfolds, of a woman, lost in thought, Her beauty, a reflection, of the turmoil she's brought, The wind whispers secrets, as her hair dances in the air, A moment captured, in the silence, beyond compare.