Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden stands, in roses' array, Her skin, a canvas, pale and gray, Adorned with blooms, in red's sweet sway. The city's spires, a distant hum, As darkness falls, her beauty's thrum, Unfurls like wings, a mystic flight, In roseate hues, a somber light. Her eyes, closed, in reverie deep, A world within, where secrets sleep, The roses, like tears, upon her cheek, A sorrow's tale, in silence speak. In this, a tale of love and pain, A requiem, for joy and heart's refrain, The rose, a symbol, of what's been lost, A beauty, fragile, forever the cost.