Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, entwined with roses' call. Her form, a canvas of monochrome dream, Adorned with blooms that burn like embers' gleam. The red roses whisper secrets in her ear, Of love and loss, of dreams that linger near. Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, Drink in the silence, and the beauty within. The roses' thorns, like life's sharp, piercing pain, Contrast with petals soft as love's sweet refrain. In this still moment, she is free to be, A vision of beauty, wild and carefree. The roses' scent, a heady, sweet perfume, Fills the air, a sensual, intoxicating bloom. As the light dances, a chiaroscuro play, Highlights her form, in a dramatic, artistic way. In this fusion of darkness and light's gentle ray, Lies a beauty that transcends the mundane day. A moment captured, a memory to hold, A rose requiem, a beauty to behold.