Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden lies, in roseate array,
Her lips, a crimson, sensual hue,
Invite the night, with secrets anew.
Her eyes, closed, in slumber deep,
Dream of passions, in silent sleep,
The roses, like sentinels of old,
Guard her beauty, young and cold.
In this still scene, where darkness reigns,
A mystic beauty, love's sweet pain,
The roses whisper, soft and low,
Of mysteries, only darkness knows.
And as we gaze, upon this sight,
We're drawn into, the rose's delight,
A world of dreams, where love and death entwine,
In a dance, of beauty, divine.
In Rose Requiem, we find our peace,
A fleeting moment, our souls release.