Midnight Rose Enchantress

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision emerges, veiled in black array, Red roses bloom like passionate heartbeats, As mystery and beauty entwine, a mystic treat. The woman's face, a canvas of desire, Painted with lips that burn like inner fire, Her eyes, like dark wells, deep and unrevealed, Invite the gaze, into secrets unsealed. A reflection stares, a mirrored, floral queen, A double mystique, in dark and light serene, The roses, symbols of love's fierce, thorny might, Guarding the beauty, in the dark of night. In this chiaroscuro dance, of light and shade, Lies a tale of passion, in the roses displayed, A story of the heart, in red and black entwined, A midnight enchantress, forever aligned.