Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden stands, in white array, Her tresses dance, like autumn's sway, As red roses fall, like tears away. The wind whispers secrets, soft and low, Of love and loss, of life's ebb and flow, Her eyes, downcast, with sorrow's hue, Reflect the roses, red and true. In this dark scene, where light does fade, The roses bloom, like passion's shade, A fleeting beauty, pure and bright, A moment's peace, in endless night. The maiden's heart, a mystic sea, Where emotions ebb and flow free, A world of feeling, deep and wide, In every rose, a story inside.