Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a crimson whisper. The flowers, like tears, fall around her, a dark and velvety shroud. Her skin, a porcelain canvas, reflects the shadows that dance upon her face. The roses, a symbol of love and loss, entwine her, a gentle lover's caress. In this serene and dreamlike state, she is one with the flowers, her beauty and the beauty of the roses forever entwined. The red roses, like passion and desire, surround her, a fiery halo that speaks to the intensity of her soul. And in the stillness, she is free, her spirit unencumbered, her heart full of the beauty that surrounds her.