Midnight Bloom
Reflection
In the shadowed light, a vision unfolds, a midnight bloom with petals of black lace.
The rose's thorn, a gentle caress, whispers secrets to the wind.
Her eyes, like sapphires, hidden, yet shine bright with inner light.
The darkness weaves a mystic spell, as red roses dance, a fiery spell.
In this serene and mystic hour, the beauty reigns, a sovereign of the night.
The gentle breeze stirs, and her hair flows like a river's stream.
The world is hushed, a quiet reverie, as she stands, a midnight enchantress, lost in thought.
The roses, like rubies, glow with an inner fire, a symbol of passion, of love, of heart's desire.
In this moment, she is free, a wild spirit, unbound and untamed.