Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision of beauty, lost in gray. Red roses, like passionate sighs, Surround her face, a melancholy surprise. Her lips, a crimson whisper, still, Eyes closed, as if in sorrow's chill. The roses, like tears, fall from above, A poignant reminder of life's fleeting love. In this monochromatic world, she reigns, A queen of sorrow, with beauty's pains. The roses, a symbol of love's dark fire, That burns within, a heart's deepest desire. In this serene, yet dramatic scene, We find a reflection of our own heart's sheen. A moment frozen, in time's relentless flight, A beauty, lost, in the shadows of night.