Rose Noir

In the shadows, she blooms like a rose in darkness, A fleeting beauty, a moment's pause. Her lips, a whispered promise, red as the rose that adorns her hair, A symbol of passion, of life, of the beauty that's found in the night. Her eyes, closed, as if in reverie, or prayer, Drinking in the beauty of the moment, lost in the depths of her own soul. The light dances across her face, a chiaroscuro of light and shadow, Highlighting the curves, the contours, the very essence of her being. She is a vision, a dream, a moment frozen in time, A beauty that transcends the mundane, and enters the realm of the sublime. In her, we find a reflection of our own deepest desires, A longing for beauty, for connection, for the transcendent. She is the rose, the darkness, the light, the mystery, A symbol of the complexities, the contradictions, the depths of the human experience.