Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden lies, surrounded by roses' sway, Red petals like velvet whispers, soft and low, Enfold her form, as if in slumber's gentle flow. Her lips, a crimson rosebud's promise, sealed and tight, Invite the darkness to a sweet, forbidden delight, The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Watch over her, as if to ease her heart's deep strain. In this still scene, where beauty reigns supreme, The roses' language whispers secrets, a mystic's dream, A tale of love, of loss, of passion's burning fire, That fuels the heart, and never tires. The maiden's form, a canvas, pale and fair, Invites the roses' tender touch, beyond compare, In this, a requiem, a paean to love's sweet pain, The roses' beauty weaves a spell, to soothe the heart's deep strain.