Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, a maiden lies, her beauty swathed in roses' crimson array. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, her skin, alabaster's glow. The flowers, like sentinels of love, guard her repose, their thorns, a subtle warning, of the passion that lies within. Her eyes, closed to the world's din, drink in the sweetness of the roses' perfume. In this stillness, she finds solace, a fleeting peace, amidst life's turmoil. The roses, like nature's own cathedral, enfold her, their beauty, a testament to life's mystery. And as the petals unfold, her spirit takes flight, into the realm of dreams, where love and beauty reign.