Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision emerges, veiled in rose's thrall. A maiden's form, serene and still as stone, Lies cradled in petals, her beauty alone. The red roses, like whispers of a lover's sigh, Enfold her, a tender, mournful, sweet goodbye. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, softly parted lie, As if to breathe the scent of love's last sigh. In this dark, velvet sea, she floats, a pearl, A treasure hidden, precious, and unfurled. The roses, like dark thoughts, swirl 'round her head, A crown of sorrow, in a silent, rosary spread. Yet, in this somber tableau, beauty reigns, A fleeting peace, 'neath sorrow's soft refrains. For in the rose's heart, a secret is told, Of love's endurance, young, and bold. And as the petals softly touch her skin, A mystic bond is formed, a love within. In this still scene, a story is revealed, Of love, loss, and memory, forever concealed.