Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision of beauty, serene, beyond them all. The rose's dark splendor, like passion's fire, Dances with the night, a sensual, sweet desire. Her lips, a crimson whisper, inviting and cold, Her skin, a canvas, where emotions unfold. The roses, like tears, fall from her hair, A melancholy beauty, beyond compare. In this still moment, she is free to be, A queen of dreams, where love and sorrow blend. The red roses, like rubies, shine so bright, A symbol of love, that burns like a guiding light. In the darkness, she finds her peaceful nest, A place where love and beauty are forever at rest. The rose's fragrance, like a lover's gentle sigh, Fills the air, a sweet reminder, of love's sweet goodbye. In this portrait, we see a beauty so rare, A fleeting glimpse, of a moment beyond compare.