Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, a maiden stands, her beauty beyond them all. With hair like silver, flowing free and bright, she gazes forth, into the fading light. Her dress, a shroud of white, with intricate design, embraces her form, a vision divine. The roses, red as passion, burning like a flame, cluster around her, a tender, loving frame. In this still moment, she is lost in thought, her heart, a mystery, her soul, a work of art. The architecture, a backdrop, grand and old, fades into darkness, as her story unfolds. In this quiet scene, we find a tale of love, of loss, of longing, sent from above. A moment frozen, in time's relentless flight, a memory, a dream, a fleeting, wistful sight.