Midnight Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of the night, a vision unfolds,
A maiden fair, with roses young and old.
Her dress, a dark and flowing stream,
That whispers secrets of a mystic dream.
The moon above, a glowing orb,
Casts light upon her face, a gentle curve.
The roses, red as passion's fire,
Dance around her, a mournful, sweet desire.
In this nocturnal, surreal landscape,
A tale of love and loss, a mystic trance.
The woman's gaze, a window to the soul,
Reflects the beauty, and the pain, made whole.
The architecture, a Gothic, mystic frame,
Echoes the mystery, the passion, and the flame.
In this world of dreams, where shadows play,
The Midnight Rose Requiem whispers, 'Stay.'