Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision stirs, in roseate array, A maiden lies, with lips aflame, Amidst the crimson roses' mystic frame. Her eyes, like night, in slumber deep, Her skin, a canvas, softly keep, The whispers of a love now past, Echoes of a beauty that will forever last. The roses, like velvet sentinels of old, Stand guard around her, young and cold, Their petals soft as summer's sigh, As she, in dreams, meets the evening sky. In this still scene, a tale unfolds, Of love, of loss, of beauty to behold, A moment frozen, pure and bright, A rose requiem, on this silent night.