Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she lies entwined, A vision of beauty, where petals are aligned. The roses, like tears, fall around her face, As if mourning the loss of a sacred place. Her skin, a canvas of monochrome hue, Contrasts with the vibrant red, a sight anew. The eyes, closed in repose, a moment's peace, A fleeting glimpse of a soul's release. The roses, a symbol of love and of strife, Enfold her, a shroud, a tender, fatal life. In this tableau, a story unfolds, Of beauty and mortality, forever told. The roses whisper secrets, of a mystic past, As she rests, surrounded, forever to last. A moment captured, in time and in space, A memory, a dream, a fleeting, roseate grace.