Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, A serene escape, where petals softly repose. Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise unspoken, As red blooms entwine her, in a lover's gentle token. The shadows dance upon her skin, a chiaroscuro's sigh, A beauty born of contrasts, where light and dark collide. In this still moment, she is free, a vision of delight, A fleeting dream, where roses and slumber unite. Her hair, a dark cascade, a river's gentle flow, Where red roses drift, like leaves upon the stream's soft glow. In slumber, she is reborn, her spirit renewed, A rose requiem, where beauty and peace are imbued. The world, it fades away, as she succumbs to rest, A rose-petal pillow, where her dreams are nestled best. In this quiet hour, she is a work of art divine, A masterpiece of beauty, where love and peace entwine.