Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden lies, surrounded by roses' sway, Red petals unfurl, like secrets untold, As she succumbs to beauty, young and cold. Her skin, a canvas, pale and fair as moon, Contrasts with roses' fiery, passionate boon, Her eyes, closed tight, as if in sweet despair, Drinking the beauty, beyond all care. The roses, like sentinels of love and death, Watch over her, in silent, crimson breath, Their thorns, a reminder of life's bittersweet pain, As she surrenders to the beauty that remains. In this still moment, time stands still, As she becomes one with the roses' gentle will, A fleeting peace, a moment's tender reprieve, In the rose requiem, her spirit starts to breathe.