Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of red roses, their petals a gentle caress on her skin so fair. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the night's dark sighs, while her dark tresses flow like shadows, a mysterious lair. The roses, like rubies, burn with a fierce, inner light, illuminating the contours of her serene, moonlit face. In this tableau of beauty, death and life entwine, where the beauty of mortality is made divine. Her closed eyes, a promise of secrets untold, her lips, a tale of passion, forever to be told. The roses, a symbol of love's fierce, wild might, swirl around her, a dance of dark, velvet night. In this stillness, a story unfolds, of love, loss, and the beauty that remains, a testament to the power of the human heart's deepest refrains.