Rose Ascending

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision unfolds, in roseate array. A maiden fair, with tresses bright, Ascends the stairs, into the fading light. Her gown, a whisper of silk and lace, Echoes the beauty of a bygone place. The roses, red as passion's fire, Dance around her, with a lover's desire. In this tableau, where black and white entwine, The rose's crimson bursts, like a heart's rhyme. A moment captured, in time's still frame, Where beauty's essence, is the artist's aim. The staircase, a pathway to the soul, Unfolds the mystery, of the heart's dark role. In this rose-filled reverie, we find our peace, A reflection of the beauty, we can't release.