Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden's visage, ethereal gray, With roses red, that softly sway, Like whispers of a lover's gentle way. Her eyes, closed, as if in prayer, Her lips, a rosebud's promise share, The wind, a zephyr, whispers low, Through tresses dark, that wildly flow. The roses, like crimson hearts, aflame, Beat in rhythm, with her gentle name, In this, a moment, frozen in time, A beauty, haunting, sublime. The roses, like tears, from heaven fall, Upon her skin, a gentle call, To rise, to bloom, to love, to be, In beauty's realm, where she is free.