Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden lies, in slumber's sway,
Red roses crown her tranquil face,
A symbol of love's eternal, sacred space.
Her lips, a rosebud's promise keep,
As petals softly, her cheeks do sweep,
In death's dark veil, she's shrouded deep,
Yet, in beauty, her spirit does creep.
The roses, like tears, around her lie,
A testament to love's sorrowful sigh,
In this still scene, a story's told,
Of love, loss, and a beauty to behold.
In the silence, her heart does sing,
A requiem for love's fleeting wing,
The roses, red as passion's fire,
Illuminate her soul's dark, inner desire.