Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, etched in beauty's call, With roses woven in her tresses bright, She stands, a vision, in the fading light. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the night, As darkness gathers, and the stars take flight. The red roses, like passion's burning flame, Illuminate the contours of her face, a work of art in pain. In this serene and contemplative repose, She finds solace, as the world's din and noise disclose. A moment's peace, a lifetime's gentle hush, As the rose's beauty and her own entwine, a tender rush. The soft, golden glow that dances on her skin, Reveals the beauty that within her lies within. In this still moment, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, for you and me.