Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant hue, a defiant kiss against the darkness.
The red blooms surround her, a passionate embrace, as if to shield her from the world's despair.
Her skin, a canvas of porcelain, glows with an ethereal light, a beacon in the shadows.
The roses, like velvet whispers, caress her, their thorns a gentle reminder of life's duality.
In this serene tableau, beauty and melancholy entwine, a poignant dance of light and shadow.
She sleeps, surrounded by the symbols of love and loss, her beauty untouched, a fleeting moment of peace.