La Rosa Oscura

In the shadows, she stands alone, Her beauty is a melancholy tone, A rose in her hand, a symbol of her pain, A reminder of love that could not remain. Her eyes are closed, her heart is sore, The wind whispers secrets, she can't ignore, The darkness surrounds her, a mystic shroud, Yet, in her sorrow, a beauty is avowed. The rose, a flame that burns so bright, A beacon in the night, a guiding light, Her spirit, unbroken, a will to endure, A heart that beats, a soul that's pure. In the stillness, she finds her strength, A resolve to carry on, at length, The rose, a reminder of love's sweet kiss, A symbol of hope, in the dark's abyss.