Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision stirs, in roseate array, A maiden lies, in slumber deep, Her lips, a crimson secret keep. The roses, like sentinels of old, Guard her repose, their beauty cold, Their petals soft, their scent so sweet, A melancholy charm, to greet. Her hair, a tumble, of silver bright, Cascades down, like a moonlit night, Her skin, a canvas, of alabaster white, A fragile beauty, in the rose's light. In this still scene, where love and death entwine, The roses whisper secrets, of a mystic shrine, A place where dreams, and passion reign, And the heart, is forever changed, by the rose's refrain.