Midnight Blossom

In the shadowed light, where darkness reigns, A vision emerges, a beauty that remains. With roses scattered, like tears on the floor, She kneels, a figure of sorrow, forever more. Her hair, a cascade of night's dark hue, Falls like a curtain, hiding tears anew. The dress, a lace of black, intricate and fine, Frames her pale skin, a canvas divine. The roses, red as passion, red as pain, Lie scattered, a testament to love's refrain. In this tableau, a story unfolds, Of love, loss, and a heart that's grown cold. Yet, in the darkness, a light does gleam, A beauty that transcends, a soul's deep dream.