Rose Requiem

In the shadow of crimson petals, she stands alone, A vision in white, against the somber tone. Her hair, a cascade of gold, flows like a stream, As she gazes into the distance, lost in a dream. The roses, like tears of blood, surround her form, A symbol of love, and the passion that's been torn. The dress, a shroud of silk, clings to her skin, As she mourns the loss, and the love that has been lost within. In the background, a city lies in ruin and decay, A reflection of the heart, that's been torn away. Yet, in the midst of sorrow, she stands tall and serene, A rose in bloom, amidst the ashes, a beauty unseen. Her eyes, like sapphires, shine with a deep despair, As she holds the roses, like a lover's tender care. In this moment, she is free, a soul unbound, A spirit that soars, on the winds of love unbound. The roses, a reminder, of the love that's been shared, A bittersweet memory, that's forever left unscarred. In the silence, she finds solace, a peace that's profound, A heart that's healing, in the beauty that's been found.