Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in slumber's sway, Red roses weave, a mystic spell, Around her face, a story to tell. Her lips, a crimson, silent prayer, Her eyes, closed, with secrets to share, The roses, like whispers, soft and low, Echoing the heartbeat, of a love that glows. In this still moment, time stands still, As petals dance, upon her hill, A fleeting peace, a moment's rest, In the rose's cradle, she is blessed. The world outside, with all its strife, Fades into darkness, and she finds life, In the red roses, a symbol of her heart, A love that's pure, a love that will never depart.