Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in slumber's sway, Her lips, a rosebud's promise keep, As petals dance, in darkening sleep. Her hair, a silver river's flow, With roses woven, in a gentle glow, The red blooms, like passion's fire, That in her heart, a secret desire. In monochrome, her face is pale, A canvas waiting, for love's sweet tale, The roses, red, like ardor's flame, That in her soul, a dream does proclaim. In this still scene, a story's told, Of love, of loss, of heart's deep gold, A requiem, for what's been and gone, A rose's whisper, a lover's moan.