Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the soft glow of fading light, she stands, a vision of elegance and sorrow.
Red roses entwined in her hair, a symbol of love and loss.
Her eyes closed, as if in reverie or prayer, her lips a gentle pout, a mixture of longing and resolve.
The black lace of her garment, a mourning cloak, or a celebration of mystery.
The shadows dance upon her skin, a chiaroscuro of emotions, a depth of feeling that is both captivating and haunting.
In this moment, she is a world unto herself, a universe of beauty and contemplation.
Her beauty is not just skin deep, but a reflection of the soul's deepest longings.
She is a rose requiem, a lament for what has been, and a celebration of what remains.