Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision stirs, in roseate array, A maiden fair, with visage pale, Her lips, a crimson, sensual tale. The roses, like dark, velvet thrones, Enfold her, in their perfumed zones, Her hair, a wild, and windswept nest, A midnight sky, where stars find rest. Her eyes, like sapphires, dark and deep, Conceal the secrets, she doth keep, The roses whisper, soft and low, Of mysteries, only she doth know. In this, a tale of love and pain, A story woven, in rose's refrain, A beauty haunting, wild and free, A fleeting glimpse, of ecstasy.