Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision stirs, a beauty beyond them all. With lips of crimson and skin like alabaster bright, She sleeps, surrounded by roses, in endless night. Her hair, a tumble of silvered gold, Cascades down, a river young and old. The roses, red as passion's burning fire, Dance around her, a heart's deep desire. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A world away from life's chaotic release. The roses guard her, a sentinel of love, As she dreams on, sent from above. With every breath, a story's told, Of love, of loss, of a heart that's grown old. In slumber, she finds her strength, A beauty that, at dawn, will length. And when she wakes, the roses will remain, A testament to love's enduring refrain.