Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in slumber's sway, Red roses cling, like passionate tears, To her pale skin, and flowing hair, that appears Like night's dark veil, with wisps of gray. Her lips, a crimson, sensual delight, Invite the darkness, to a silent night, The roses, like love's last, lingering breath, Embrace her, in a gentle, fatal death. In this still scene, where beauty reigns, A melancholy beauty, that brings such pains, The roses whisper, a haunting refrain, Of love, and loss, and life's fleeting pain. Yet, in this moment, all is serene, A peaceful tableau, where love is seen, In the roses, and the maiden's face, A beauty, that time, cannot erase.