Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, pale as moon's pale call, Is woven with red roses, like a mournful sigh, A beauty lost, in sorrow's darkened eye. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon to the night, As petals, like dark tears, surround her face, a gentle light, The roses, symbols of love's bittersweet refrain, Echo the heart's deep longing, and the pain. In this still moment, she is lost, yet found, A fleeting beauty, in the darkness, wrapped around, The roses, like memories, cling to her hair, A poignant reminder, of love's impermanence, so rare. And as we gaze upon this vision, so serene, We are drawn into the mystery, of the roses, and the dream, A world of symbolism, where love and loss entwine, A requiem for the heart, that beats, and is divine.