Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she finds solace amidst the velvet petals, her lips a crimson whisper against the night.
The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her tranquil form, their dark beauty a counterpoint to her serene face.
As shadows dance upon her skin, the light caresses her features, a gentle lover's kiss.
In this tableau of red and darkness, she is both the subject and the sovereign, a queen of dreams and desire.
The roses, in their silent vigil, bear witness to her beauty, a beauty that transcends the fleeting nature of life.
In this moment, she is eternal, a fleeting glimpse of perfection suspended in the amber of art.