Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, surrounded by roses' call. Her tresses flow, like autumn's golden stream, As petals crimson, like passion's fervent dream. The roses, symbols of love's bittersweet refrain, Entwine her form, in a sorrowful, sweet strain. Her eyes, closed, as if in reverie or pain, Reflect the beauty, and the heart's deep stain. The light, a gentle kiss, upon her skin so fair, Illuminates the path, through love's and sorrow's lair. In this serene tableau, we find our own heart's tale, A story of love, loss, and the beauty that prevails. The roses whisper secrets, of what could have been, As the maiden's beauty, in slumber, is reborn within. In this moment, time stands still, and all is made new, As the rose requiem, a lullaby, sings to you.