Midnight Elegy
Reflection
In the shadows, she stands alone, her dark dress a silhouette against the fading light.
The roses, crimson and velvet, seem to whisper secrets only she can hear.
Her hair, a cascade of night, flows around her like a dark river.
The world fades away, leaving only the scent of roses and the gentle hush of her presence.
In this moment, she is a queen, a mistress of sorrow and beauty.
The light dances around her, casting shadows that reveal the contours of her face, a topography of emotion.
Her eyes, downcast, hold a world of feeling, a depth that draws the viewer in.
The roses, a symbol of love and loss, are her companions in this quiet reverie.
Together, they create a tableau of elegance and melancholy, a testament to the beauty of the human experience.