Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden sleeps, surrounded by roses' call. The red blooms weave a somber, mystic spell, As darkness whispers secrets, she cannot tell. Her face, a canvas of serene repose, Reflects the beauty of a soul that glows. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guard her slumber, their thorns a gentle refrain. In this still moment, time stands still, and space Is filled with the fragrance of a lover's embrace. The red roses, symbols of passion's fire, Ember-like, smolder, a heart's deep desire. As she sleeps, her beauty is revealed, A treasure hidden, yet to be concealed. The roses' softness, a gentle, loving caress, Comfort her in slumber, a tender, sweet rest. In this tableau, a story unfolds, Of love, of loss, of beauty, young and old.