Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision emerges, ethereal and gray. A woman's form, serene and still, Adorned with roses, red as passion's will. Her lips, a crimson whisper, softly gleam, As petals dance upon her dream. The roses, like secrets, softly unfold, A tale of love, of heart and soul, of gold. In this dark world, she finds her light, A beacon in the darkness, a guiding sight. The roses, like tears, upon her lay, A requiem for love, for life's fleeting day. Yet, in their beauty, she finds her peace, A sense of calm, a world to cease. From the turmoil, she finds her nest, In the red roses, her heart finds rest.