Rose Noir
Reflection
In the shadows, she finds her light,
A red rose in her hair, a beacon bright.
Her lips, a flush of crimson deep,
Invite the darkness to softly creep.
The stained glass window, a kaleidoscope of hues,
A reflection of the beauty she imbues.
With eyes closed, she savors the moment's peace,
A sense of calm, her soul's release.
The black lace on her shoulder, a delicate frame,
For the beauty that she holds, a work of art, a flame.
That burns within, a fire that never fades,
A light that guides her through life's labyrinthine shades.
In this quiet moment, she finds her strength,
A sense of self, a beauty that at length,
Unfolds like the rose, a symbol of her might,
A rose noir, a beauty, a wondrous sight.