Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden lies, surrounded by roses' sway, Her face, a canvas of serene delight, A vision of beauty, in the fading light. Her eyes, closed softly, as if in prayer, Her lips, a whisper of a gentle air, The roses, red as passion's burning fire, Entwine her hair, a sensual, sweet desire. In monochrome, her skin, a porcelain glow, The roses, vibrant, as if with life to show, A contrast stark, yet harmonious as can be, A celebration of beauty, wild and free. This image speaks of love, of loss, of life, A requiem for the heart, a tender strife, It whispers secrets, of the soul's deep core, And beckons us to ponder, and to adore.