Rose Requiem

In the depths of darkness, a vision unfolds, A woman, crowned with roses, her beauty told. Her lips, a crimson whisper, her skin, a gentle glow, As she surrenders to the night, her spirit starts to flow. The roses, like sentinels, guard her tranquil face, A symbol of love, of passion, of life's fleeting pace. In this moment, she is free, unshackled from the chains, Of doubt and fear, her heart, a canvas, where love remains. The shadows dance upon her skin, a chiaroscuro play, As she embodies the mystery, of the roses' secret way. In this stillness, she finds peace, a sense of release, A oneness with the night, where her spirit can breathe. The roses, like a benediction, bless her serene form, As she becomes one with the darkness, her beauty, a norm. In this rose requiem, she finds solace, a sense of rest, A place where love and beauty, forever are at their best.