Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a rose blooms, its beauty haunting and serene.
The woman's face, a canvas of contrasts, where light and darkness entwine.
Her lips, a deep crimson, invite the gaze, while her eyes, veiled in mystery, whisper secrets untold.
The roses, like silent sentinels, guard the gates of her soul.
In this chiaroscuro world, she reigns, a queen of shadows and light.
The red roses, like embers of passion, burn bright, illuminating the path to her inner sanctum.
Here, in this realm of beauty and melancholy, she is free, a spirit unbound, a rose requiem sung in her honor.