Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, entwined with roses gray. Her tresses wild, like autumn's leaves, Dance in the breeze, as petals breathe. The red roses, like rubies bright, Adorn her hair, a mournful sight. Her eyes, closed tight, as if in sleep, Dream of love, and secrets keep. The roses whisper, a gentle hue, A requiem for love, both old and new. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty's essence, the heart doth fill. The roses, like tears, fall from above, A symbol of love, and endless love. In this portrait, a story's told, Of passion, beauty, young and old. The rose requiem, a melancholy air, Echoes through, without a care.