Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, pale as moon's pale call, Emerged, surrounded by roses' crimson thrall, Her eyes, like night's dark sapphires, gently enthralled. The roses, red as passion's burning fire, Danced in the darkness, with a mournful, sweet desire, Their petals soft as tears, their scent a whispered tale, Of love and loss, of dreams that never fail. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, subtle and serene, Inviting the gaze, to a world unseen, Where beauty reigns, and sorrow's veil is torn, And in the roses' language, a secret is born. In this still moment, time stands still, As the roses' beauty, her soul's depth does fulfill, A fleeting glimpse, of a beauty so divine, A moment's magic, forever entwined.