Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision lies, in red roses' sway, Her lips, aflame with crimson's kiss, Invite the night, with gentle bliss. The roses, dark, with petals deep, Enfold her, in a silent sleep, Their thorns, a subtle, secret keep, Of beauty, pain, and mystic deep. Her eyes, closed, in reverie, Dream of worlds, beyond mortality, The roses' scent, a perfume sweet, Guides her soul, to mystic retreat. In this still scene, where darkness reigns, A beauty shines, with rose-entwined refrains, A requiem, for love's lost past, Echoes through, the rose's gentle cast.