Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision stirs, a maiden, beyond them all. With roses woven in her silken hair, And lips that crimson, like the evening's care. Her eyes, closed, in slumber deep and still, As if the world, with all its strife, was chill. The roses, red as passion's burning fire, Embrace her, a dark and fervent desire. In this tableau, a tale is spun, Of love, of loss, of beauty, forever won. The roses whisper secrets, of the heart's deep core, And in their beauty, we find, a truth, forever more. In this serene and mystic, monochromatic frame, A world of emotion, is revealed, and reclaimed. The roses, a symbol, of love's eternal flame, That burns, a beacon, through life's joy and pain.