Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A maiden dwells, entwined with roses' call.
Her tresses, dark as night's embracing veil,
Are woven with blooms that in darkness prevail.
The red roses, like passionate hearts, aflame,
Adorn her brow, a crown of love's sweet name.
Her lips, a whispered promise, softly gleam,
As she surrenders to the roses' mystic dream.
In this serene and melancholic reverie,
She finds solace, a world of beauty to see.
The roses, like tears of joy or sorrow's rain,
Embellish her form, a living, breathing refrain.
With every petal, a story unfolds,
Of love, loss, and the beauty that never grows old.
In this portrait, a tale of passion is told,
Where roses and darkness entwine, young and old.
The maiden's eyes, closed in rapture or pain,
Reflect the depth of emotions that remain.
In 'Rose Requiem', a symphony of red,
Echoes the heartbeat of the roses in her head.