Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision of beauty drifts away, A maiden fair, with roses red, And lips that whisper secrets to the dead. Her eyes, like moonlit pools, serene, Reflect the beauty she's unseen, The roses, like bloodstains on her skin, A symbol of love that has been lost within. The darkness gathers, a mournful sigh, As she succumbs to the twilight's gentle lie, The roses weep, their petals falling slow, As the maiden's beauty begins to let go. In this still moment, we find our peace, A reflection of our own release, The roses, like our hearts, laid bare, A symbol of love that we cannot share.