Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in slumber's sway, Her face, a canvas, pale and fair, Adorned with roses, crimson, beyond compare. The flowers, like velvet whispers, soft and low, Enfold her, in a gentle, loving glow. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, sweet and red, Invite the night, to rest upon her head. In this still moment, she is free to be, A queen of dreams, in reverie. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guard her, in their tender, thorn-crowned reign. In this, her sanctuary, she finds peace, A refuge from the world's wild, jarring release. The roses, in their silent, mystic way, Keep vigil, through the night's dark, endless day.