Midnight Rose Slumber

In the depths of darkness, a serene face glows, Surrounded by roses, a gentle repose. The red blooms whisper secrets, soft and low, As the woman's beauty, in slumber, glows. Her dark hair flows, like the night's dark shade, The roses' velvet softness, her skin has made. The shadows dance, upon her peaceful face, A vision of tranquility, in a secret place. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A refuge from the world, her soul release. The roses guard her, with thorns so fine, A symbol of love, that is truly divine. As we gaze upon, this peaceful sight, We are drawn into, the still of night. The world's din fades, and we are free, To bask in the beauty, of serenity.