Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden sits, lost in thought's dark way. Her gown, a shroud of white, like moon's pale light, Contrasts with roses, red as passion's night. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, A dance of sorrow, wild and carelessly. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A melancholy serenity, the world's release. The roses, like tears, fall around her feet, A symbol of love, lost, and memories so sweet. In this tableau, a story unfolds, Of heartache, and a beauty that never grows old. The classical backdrop, a testament to time, A reminder that love's flame, though fading, still shines. In this image, a tale of love and loss entwines, A poignant reminder of life's bittersweet designs.