Midnight Petals

In the shadowed light, she stands alone, A vision of beauty, with roses as her throne. Her hair, a tangle of night's dark hue, Framing a face, where sorrow and strength renew. The red roses, like passion's burning flame, Dance in the breeze, as her heart proclaims A tale of love, of loss, of dreams untold, In this moment, her spirit unfold. The delicate petals, soft as her skin, Echo the whispers of a love within. With every glance, a story's revealed, Of a heart that's been tested, and a soul that's healed. In the stillness, she finds her peace, A serene reflection, her worries release. The roses, a symbol of her inner fire, Guiding her through life's darkest, most dire.