Rose Requiem

In the shadows, she finds her solace, A beauty entwined with sorrow's dark grace. Red roses weave through her raven hair, A mourning crown, a lover's desperate prayer. Her eyes, like dark sapphires, closed in pain, Reflecting the turmoil, the love in vain. The light dances upon her skin so fair, A bittersweet serenade, beyond compare. In this moment, she is lost, yet found, A fleeting beauty, a heart turned around. The roses, symbols of love's fierce might, Adorn her like a ghostly, loving light. In the darkness, there's a strange peace, A requiem for love's release. Her lips, a crimson whisper, soft and low, Invite the shadows to forever grow. In this portrait, we see a tale unfold, Of love, loss, and a beauty to behold.