Midnight Bloom

In the shadows, she unfurls like a dark rose, Her petals whispered secrets, only known to the night. With eyes closed, she breathes the scent of sorrow, A melancholy beauty, in a world of forgotten tomorrows. The roses at her feet, a crimson requiem, Echoing the passion, that her heart can redeem. In this monochrome world, she is the color, A vibrant defiance, against the fading light's ember. Her lace entwines with darkness, a delicate shroud, A mourning for the love, that has been lost, and avowed. Yet, in her stillness, there's a strength that remains, A resilience that whispers, through the heart's deep pains. She is the guardian, of the night's dark grace, A mystic flower, in a secret, hidden place. In her darkness, there's a beauty that prevails, A midnight bloom, that in the shadows, never fails.