Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden stands, lost in thought's gray.
Her dress, a whisper of white,
Tangled in roses, red as night.
The wind whispers secrets in her ear,
As petals fall, and memories appear.
The column's stone, a steadfast friend,
Supports her weight, till the bitter end.
In this still moment, she is free,
A fleeting dream, for eternity.
The roses, a symbol of love's dark might,
Entwine her, in their crimson light.
A vision of beauty, lost in the haze,
A moment's peace, in a world's daze.
The rose requiem, a lament so sweet,
Echoes through, her heart's retreat.
In this serene, and mystic scene,
She finds solace, in the roses' sheen.