La Rosa Oscura

In the shadows, she finds her strength, A beauty that lies in the darkness at length. Her eyes closed, a moment of serene peace, A red rose in her hair, a symbol release. The soft light dancing on her skin so fair, A gentle breeze that whispers through her hair. The darkness surrounds her, a mysterious veil, Yet in her presence, all is made to prevail. The rose, a symbol of passion and of fire, A flame that burns within, a heart's desire. In this moment, she is free and untold, A story woven in the threads of her hair so bold. The shadows dance upon her face so bright, A testament to the beauty of the night. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, soft and red, A gentle smile that whispers to the heart ahead.