Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roses' array. Her lips, a crimson kiss of fate, As petals wrap, an endless state. The city's spires, a distant hum, A lullaby, a somber thrum. The roses' scent, a heavy sigh, As darkness claims, the evening sky. Her eyes, closed, in tranquil sleep, A beauty lies, in roses deep. In this still scene, a story's told, Of love, of loss, of hearts grown cold. The roses, red, a symbol true, Of passion's fire, that once shone through. Now, in repose, she finds her peace, Among the blooms, her soul release.