Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, a maiden stands, entwined with roses gray. Her visage, pale as alabaster bright, reflects the moon's gentle, ghostly light. The red roses, like passionate hearts that bleed, encircle her, a floral, fervent creed. Her eyes, closed in rapture or in pain, invite the viewer to join her mystic refrain. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, a dance of darkness, wild and carefree. In this chiaroscuro, where light and dark entwine, the maiden's beauty is a transcendent shrine. A symbol of love, of loss, of memory and dreams, she stands, a vision, where the heart's deepest themes are woven into the fabric of the night, a rose requiem, a beauty, a haunting sight.