Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roses' dark array, Her face, a porcelain mask of peace, As petals softly kiss her release. Her lips, a whispered promise keep, As red roses weep, in sorrow's deep, Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, Find solace in the roses' gentle kin. In this still scene, a story's told, Of love, loss, and a heart grown cold, The roses, like tears, upon her lay, A requiem for love that's gone away. In death's dark veil, she's free to be, A beauty, lost, in eternity. The roses, red, like passion's fire, Now softly whisper, her heart's desire.