Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A vision stirs, in red roses' sway,
A woman's form, in monochrome sleep,
With eyelids closed, her soul does keep.
The roses, like crimson whispers, tell
A tale of love, of life, of secrets to compel,
Her hair, a tangle of dark, wild night,
With strands that dance, in rose-petal light.
The image whispers secrets, of a mystic past,
Where beauty reigns, and love will forever last,
In this still moment, she is free,
A rose requiem, for you and me.
In this digital dreamscape, we find our peace,
A reflection of our own soul's release,
A moment's beauty, that our hearts can hold,
A rose requiem, where love will never grow old.