Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, a maiden stands, her beauty on display. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, a river of gold in the fading light's decree. The roses, like rubies, burn with inner fire, a passionate heartbeat that never tires. Her dress, a silken shroud, wraps around her form, a gentle caress that whispers sweet alarm. In this still moment, time stands still, as if the world holds its breath, and all is chill. The roses, like tears, fall from above, a symbol of love, a token of endless love. In this serene and mystic scene, we find our own heart's deepest dream.