Midnight Bloom

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, a maiden sits, her beauty standing tall. A midnight rose, with petals dark as night, held gently in her hand, a symbol of her plight. Her raven tresses cascade, a waterfall of night, framing a face, a canvas of gentle, ethereal light. The rose, a token of love, of passion, of the heart, contrasts with her attire, a mourning work of art. In this serene, melancholic scene, we find A reflection of the soul, where love and sorrow entwine. The rose, a reminder of beauty and of pain, A symbol of the heart's deep, abiding refrain. In her gaze, a world of emotion, a depth so true, A connection to the heart, a moment to renew.