Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision of beauty, beyond mortal recall, A woman lies, surrounded by roses red, Her lips, a crimson whisper, in slumber's bed. Her face, a canvas, monochrome and pale, A stark contrast to the roses' vibrant gale, The red petals, like passionate sighs, enfold, Her tranquil form, in a somber, mystic hold. In this still moment, she finds peaceful nest, Among the flowers, where love and sorrow rest, The roses, like guardians, watch over her sleep, As the world outside, in chaos, softly creep. In this serene tableau, we find a tale, Of beauty, love, and the mysteries that prevail, A moment frozen, where time stands still, And in the roses' depths, a story, unfulfilled.