Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses red,
A somber beauty, in repose is spread,
The vibrant lips, a stark contrast make,
To skin as pale as alabaster's ache.
The eyes, once bright, now veiled in night,
Dream of secrets, locked in silent light,
The roses whisper tales of love and pain,
As petals dance upon her hair's dark rain.
In this still moment, she finds her peace,
A fleeting calm, the world's wild release,
The red roses, like passion's burning fire,
Illuminate the darkness, her heart's deep desire.
In this portrait, a story unfolds,
Of love, loss, and beauty, young and old,
A moment captured, forever in time,
A rose requiem, a beauty sublime.