Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision blooms, a roseate, ethereal call. A woman's form, serene, with eyes closed tight, Lies cradled in red roses, a gentle, silent night. Her lips, a crimson whisper, inviting and bold, Her skin, a canvas, porcelain, young, and cold. The roses, like sentinels of love and desire, Stand guard, their beauty, a heart on fire. In this still moment, time stands still, and fades, As petals and skin, in beauty, are displayed. A requiem for love, for passion, for the heart, This image whispers secrets, a work of art. Where darkness meets light, and love is made, The rose requiem, a beauty, is displayed. In every petal, a story is told, Of love, of loss, of beauty, young and old.