Midnight Rose

In the shadowed silence, she stands alone, A midnight rose, with petals made of stone. Her eyes, like darkest night, conceal the pain, As red roses whisper secrets, love in vain. The wind whispers truths, of love and loss and fate, As she holds the flowers, a melancholy state. Her beauty is a sorrow, a heart that's torn, A midnight rose, forever reborn. In the darkness, she finds her strength, A beauty that endures, a love that's length. The roses, like her heart, are red and true, A symbol of the love, that shines right through. The shadows dance upon her face, A midnight rose, in a secret place. Where love and sorrow meet, she finds her home, A place where beauty is forever sown.