Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden stands, lost in thought's gray. Her dress, a shroud of silken white, Catches the fading light. The roses, red as passion's fire, Surround her, a burning, sweet desire. Her heart, a flame that flickers still, Arose from ashes, love's dark will. In this tableau, she stands alone, A vision of beauty, lost, and unknown. The roses whisper secrets in her ear, Of love and loss, of life and fear. Her eyes, downcast, hide a tale, Of sorrow, and a heart that fails. Yet, in her strength, a story's told, Of resilience, young and bold. The roses, a symbol of her heart, A reminder of love's bittersweet start.