Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, her beauty beyond them all. Her hair, a cascade of silvered night, Envelops her face, a delicate, dark delight. Red roses, like passionate tears, surround, As if to mourn the beauty they've found. Her eyes, closed to the world's prying gaze, Seek inner peace, in slumber's gentle ways. The light dances, a chiaroscuro spell, That highlights skin, both smooth and so swell. In this still moment, all is serene, A fleeting peace, a beauty unseen. The roses, red as love and passion's fire, Seem to whisper secrets, her heart's desire. A moment captured, a tale untold, Of beauty, love, and a story yet to unfold.