Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden stands, amidst a roseate call. Her tresses flow, like silk, in gentle breeze, As she gazes forth, with eyes that softly freeze. The roses, red as passion, surround her form, A fiery aura, that her beauty warm. In white, she stands, a vision pure and bright, A fleeting dream, in the fading light. The columns rise, like sentinels of old, A backdrop for, her story yet untold. Her heart, aflame, with emotions unspoken, In this tableau, her soul is awoken. The roses whisper secrets, of love and pain, As she stands, lost, in thought, and heart's refrain. In this moment, time stands still, and freeze, As beauty, truth, and art, in harmony tease.