Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roses' array. Her face, a canvas, soft and fair, A portrait of beauty, beyond compare. The roses, like crimson whispers, tell A tale of love, and a heart that fell. In this still scene, where petals unfold, A story of passion, young and old. The darkness reigns, yet light does gleam, Upon her skin, a soft, ethereal beam. Her eyes, closed tight, in slumber deep, Dream of love, in a mystic sleep. The roses, a symbol, of heart's desire, A flame that burns, like a burning fire. In this tableau, where beauty reigns, A requiem for love, that remains.