Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden sits, entwined with roses' call. Her form, a canvas of serene despair, Adorned with blooms that whisper secrets rare. The red roses, like passionate hearts, beat Around her, a wreath that her beauty greets. The window's frosted pane, a mystic glow, Casts an ethereal light, as her spirit flows. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A fleeting respite from life's wild release. The roses, like memories, cling to her skin, A bittersweet reminder of love within. As the wind whispers secrets, her hair flows free, A dance of darkness, wild and carefree. In this quiet reverie, she finds her strength, A beauty born of sorrow, a heart's deep length.