Midnight Rose Mourning

In the shadowed light, she kneels alone, Her dark hair cascading like a silent moan. The red roses, like tears, fall from her hand, As she mourns the loss of a love so grand. Her black dress, a shroud of sorrow's hue, Echoes the darkness that her heart holds true. The blurred background, a bokeh of pain, Fades into the distance, a memory in vain. Yet, in her grief, there's a beauty so rare, A poignant elegance, beyond compare. For in her sorrow, she finds a strange peace, A melancholy solace, her heart's release. The roses, a symbol of love's fleeting grace, Remind her of joy, in a forgotten place. And as she weeps, her spirit begins to heal, In the stillness, a new path she'll reveal.