Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is cradled by crimson petals, A sea of red roses, a somber, dreamless sea. Her lips, a fiery whisper, a promise unspoken, As she floats on a tide of velvet softness. The darkness wraps around her, a gentle shroud, A mourning veil that softly clouds her face. In this stillness, she finds a peaceful nest, A refuge from the world's loud, jarring din. The roses, like silent sentinels of love, Guard her repose, a vigil of devotion. Their thorns, a reminder of life's bittersweet pain, A beauty that cuts deep, a love that remains. In this tableau of beauty and of sorrow, She is the rose, and the rose is she, A fusion of flesh and flower, a harmony, A dance of light and shadow, wild and free.