Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision blooms, in roseate array. A maiden fair, with lips of red, Sleeps, surrounded by roses, in her bed. Her skin, a canvas, white as snow, Contrasts with blooms, that gently grow. In darkened light, the roses thrive, A symbol of love, that survives. In slumber, she, with beauty reigns, A fleeting dream, of love's sweet pains. The roses whisper, a gentle hue, A lullaby, of love, both old and new. In this still scene, we find our peace, A moment's calm, the world's wild release. The roses guard, her restful sleep, A sentinel, of secrets, they keep.