Rose Requiem

In slumber, she lies entwined with roses red, A vision of beauty, where life and death are wed. The petals softly touch her skin so fair, As if to whisper secrets, beyond mortal care. Her dark hair flows like night, a stark contrast made, To the pale skin that glows, like a moonlit shade. The roses, like rubies, rich with passion's fire, Surround her, a symbol of love's greatest desire. In this still moment, time stands still and true, A reflection of beauty, both fleeting and new. The gentle light dances, upon her peaceful face, A serene and contemplative, wondrous, sacred space. Where love and beauty, in harmony entwine, A dance of life and death, a balance divine. In this image, we find, a truth profound and deep, A reminder of the beauty, in life's fragile sleep.