Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, a woman lies, her beauty fades away. Red roses scatter, like whispers cold, her heart, a canvas, where love's tale is told. With eyes closed, she dreams of what's past, her lips, a rosebud, forever to last. The wind whispers secrets, as petals fall, like tears, they scatter, one and all. In this still moment, she finds her peace, where love and loss, in darkness, release. The roses, like flames, that once burned bright, now wither, leaving only the night. Yet, in their fading, beauty remains, a testament to love's bittersweet refrains. In this quiet scene, we find our own tale, of love, of loss, of beauty that prevails.