Rose Requiem

In the hallowed halls of memory, she stands alone, A vision in black, with roses overthrown. The stained glass whispers secrets of the past, As she inhales the scent that will forever last. Her eyes, like shadows, hide the pain, Yet, in the silence, a story remains. The red roses, like passion's fiery kiss, Burn brightly, a fleeting, wistful bliss. In this moment, she is lost in thought, A melancholy beauty, forever caught. The light dances upon her skin so fair, A gentle caress, beyond compare. The roses, like tears, fall from her hair, As she remembers love beyond repair. In this sacred space, she finds her peace, A moment's solace, her heart's release.