Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision lies, in slumber's sway, Amidst the roses, red as desire, Her lips, a crimson, burning fire. Her eyes, closed, in dreamless rest, Her beauty, in the darkness, nest, The roses, like sentinels of old, Guarding the secrets, yet untold. In this still moment, she is free, A fleeting glimpse, of ecstasy, The roses, like a lover's sigh, Echoing the beauty, passing by. In the silence, her soul takes flight, As the roses, in darkness, shine so bright, A moment's peace, in the stillness deep, A beauty, in the shadows, softly creep.