Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision stands, in white array, Her back to dawn, her face to night, A goddess lost in rose-filled light. The red blooms cascade, a fiery stream, As she gazes down, in sorrow's dream, The columns stand, a classical frame, For beauty's melancholy, a timeless claim. Her dress, a flowing, silken sigh, Echoes the roses, as they softly lie, In this still moment, frozen in time, A fleeting beauty, sublime, divine. The roses whisper secrets, of love and pain, As she stands, in her white, ethereal reign, A moment's peace, in the rose's dark heart, A beauty that transcends, a work of art.