Rose Requiem

In slumber, she lies entwined with petals of red, A somber beauty, where shadows softly tread. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guard her repose, their velvet touch a gentle refrain. Her face, a canvas of serene delight, A monochrome visage, bathed in soft, ethereal light. The roses, a fiery halo, that crowns her head, A symbol of passion, in slumber, softly bled. In this tableau, she finds a peaceful nest, A haven where love's thorns and beauty find their rest. The roses whisper secrets, of a love so true, A requiem for the heart, in dreams, anew. In this still life, a story unfolds, Of love, loss, and beauty, forever to be told. A moment frozen, in time's relentless flight, A rose requiem, a beauty, pure and bright.