Rose Requiem

In the hallowed halls of memory, she stands alone, A vision veiled in shadows, adorned with crimson tone. The rose, a symbol of love and loss, entwined in her hair, Echoes the whispers of a love beyond compare. Her eyes, closed to the world, yet open to the past, Reflect the beauty and the pain that will forever last. The light dances upon her face, a chiaroscuro play, Highlighting the contours of a soul in gray. In this moment, she is lost in thought, a reverie deep, A melancholy serenade, where sorrow and beauty creep. The stained glass windows, a kaleidoscope of hue, Cast upon her a mosaic of memories, both old and new. Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise unfulfilled, Invite the viewer into a world where love and longing are stilled. In 'Rose Requiem', we find a tale of love, loss, and memory, A poetic testament to the human experience, in all its complexity.