Dark Rose Serenade

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden's form, in darkness gray, Her tresses wild, like night's dark stream, Dance with the breeze, a mournful dream. A rose, aflame with crimson's fire, In monochrome's somber, sweet desire, Her lips, a whispered promise keep, As darkness reigns, and silence deep. With every strand, a story's spun, Of love, of loss, of hearts undone, The rose, a symbol of the heart's pain, A beauty born, from sorrow's refrain. In this still scene, a tale unfolds, Of love's dark mystery, young and old, A moment's beauty, frozen in time, A dark rose serenade, sublime.