Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A vision emerges, born of light and gray. A woman's face, a canvas of desire, With lips that whisper secrets, and eyes that conspire. Her hair, a tumble of dark, rich, flowing streams, Adorned with roses, red as passion's fierce dreams. The light, a gentle lover, caresses her skin, Illuminating the contours, where beauty lies within. In this portrait, a story unfolds, a tale of love and loss, Of dreams and longing, of the heart's deepest dross. The roses, symbols of passion, of life and death, Entwined in her hair, a poignant, mournful breath. The woman's gaze, a window to the soul, A reflection of the depths, where emotions unfold. In this image, a world of meaning resides, A testament to the power, where art abides.