Midnight Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, her beauty enthralls, With roses red, like whispers of her name, And darkness weaves a somber, sacred frame. Her skin, a canvas of moonlit gray, Reflects the whispers of a dying day, The roses, like embers of passion's fire, Burn bright, yet softly, with a lover's sweet desire. In this still moment, time stands frozen cold, As petals dance, like tears, young and old, The roses' scent, a haunting, sweet refrain, Echoes through her dreams, a love in vain. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, softly parted, Invite the night, with a gentle, loving heart, In this dark, velvet shroud, she's wrapped and free, A midnight rose requiem, for her and me.