Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roseate array, Her skin, a canvas, pale and gray, Adorned with blooms, in red's sweet sway. The roses crown her, a floral throne, As she surrenders to the darkness known, Her eyes, closed tight, in slumber deep, A mystic dance, in secrets keep. The iron lace, a Gothic spire, Echoes whispers, of a lover's fire, That burns within, a flame so bright, Guiding her through, the dark of night. In this still moment, she is free, A beauty born, of mystery, Where roses weep, and shadows sigh, A requiem, for a love gone by. Her heart beats slow, in measured time, As petals fall, like tears in rhyme, The rose requiem, a mournful air, Echoes through, the silence there.