Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roseate array. Her lips, a crimson, sensual gleam, Invite the darkness, a mystic dream. The roses, like blood-red, velvet sighs, Enfold her, in their perfumed, sweet surprise. Her eyes, closed, in rapt, silent prayer, As if the roses whispered, secrets rare. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty, in repose, her vigil keeps. The roses, like sentinels of love, Guard her, in their thorny, tender glove. In this, a world of beauty, lies in wait, A fleeting glimpse, of love's, sweet, fatal state. The rose requiem, a dirge, so fine, Echoes through, the chambers, of the heart's deep mine. In red, and black, and white, a tale unfolds, Of love, and loss, and beauty, young, and old.