Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision emerges, veiled in mystery's thrall. A woman's form, a canvas of pale skin, Adorned with roses, red as the passion within. Her eyes closed, in contemplation deep, As petals dance, in a silent, dark vigil to keep. The roses, like whispers of a lover's sigh, Surround her, a garland of beauty, passing by. In this dark tableau, she finds her peace, A fleeting moment, where the world's din will cease. The roses, a symbol of love's bittersweet refrain, Echoing the beauty, and the pain. In this stillness, she finds her strength, A reflection of the beauty, that's been, and will be, at length. The roses, a reminder of life's fragile thread, A delicate balance, 'twixt life, and the darkness ahead. In this image, we find a truth profound, A beauty that's both, fragile, and unbound.